Hands of Providence

I clasp them together,

And hold them real tight,

These hands of providence,

These tools of my might.

For all my accomplishments,

That any can see,

Were formed by these hands,

That I hold up to Thee.

For nothing I’ve made,

Or venture to do,

Could ever compare,

To what You make anew.

So I offer them up,

To use as You please,

These tools that You’ve given,

To bring this world ease.

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