These Hands Are Made Of Clay


These hands are made of clay I know
These hands are made from dust
But my soul shall live for ever more
If in my God I trust.

CHORUS
This body has grown so tired
Oh Lord
With these old and work won hands,
But when I die,I know my soul shall rest
Up there in God's great hands.

Though these two feet,are made from earth.
And to earth they must return,
But when my soul shall reach its goal,
Is now my great concern.

CHORUS
This body has grown so tired
Oh Lord
With these old and work won hands,
But when I die,I know my soul shall rest
Up there in God's great hands.