Hands that formed the earth we walk;
Molded man from dust.
Hands that give us daily food;
Lead us to His trust.
Hands that rule in sovereignty,
Just and full of grace.
Hands that scold in discipline,
long for our embrace.
Hands defend us from all harm
As we walk each day.
Bowing now, we call You, Lord.
Lead us ... Show the way
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