The Finest of the Wheat ‎#5

5. My Mother's Hands

1 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.

2 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]

3 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]

4 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]

5 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]

6 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]

Text Information

• First Line: O those beautiful, beautiful hands
• Title: My Mother's Hands
• Author: Mrs. M. E. W.
• Refrain First Line: My mother's dear hands, her beautiful hands
• Publication Date: 1890

Tune Information

• Name: [O those beautiful, beautiful hands]
• Composer: Mrs. M. E. Wilson