My hands are the hands of a poor wretch,
Unworthy, though I may be,
I am the hands and feet of Christ
I move my hand, and my hand is Holy Christ
I move my foot, and it's clothed with the
Overwhelmed with His love
Overwhelmed with His glory
I am filled with His light
I am filled with His glory
And my face shines, like my beloved's
with His beauty overwhelmed
And in His sweetness, light, and glory,
and my face shines with heavenly light.
And my face shines with heavenly light
But my feet are the feet of Christ
and my hand is holy Christ
I move my foot, and it glows with
the light of God Himself.
You always hear how man needs God,
You'll always hear how man needs God,