Scars on His Hands

My King has got scars on his hands

My King has got scars on his hands

His risen body forever marked

My King has got scars on his hands.

My King has got scars on his hands

My King has got scars on his hands

My Lord, My God, I know who you are

I know by the scars on your hands.

My King is acquainted with grief

My King is acquainted with grief

He won't recoil when in sorrow I weep

My King is acquainted with grief.

My King is the servant of all

My King is the servant of all

He humbly kneels and washes our feet

My King is the slave of us all.

My Lord, My God, I know who you are

I know by the scars on your hands.