O Those Beautiful Beautiful Hands


Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
Tho’ they neither were white nor small,
Yet my mother’s hands were the fairest,
And loveliest hands of all.

Refrain:
My mother’s dear hands, her beautiful hands,
Which guided me safe o’er life’s sands,
I bless God’s name for mem’ry
Of mother’s own beautiful hands.

Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
How they cared for my infant days!
They guided my feet into pleasant paths
And smoothed all the rugged ways. [Refrain]

Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
As they pressed my aching brow;
They cooled the fever and eased the pain,
Methinks I can feel them now. [Refrain]

Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
Thin and wrinkled with age they grew;
But still they toiled on for the child so dear
And her love seemed more tender and true. [Refrain]

Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
I stood by her coffin one day,
And I kissed those hands so cold and white,
As quiet and peaceful she lay. [Refrain]

Oh, those beautiful, beautiful hands!
I shall clasp them again once more,
As my feet touch the bank of the heav’nly land;
We shall meet on that shining shore. [Refrain]