“I come to Bethlehem to seek
The Word of God made man--
My ways are rough; my hands are hard,
Yet I do what I can.
“Do tell me, Lady, may I see
The Child so long implored?
Please tell me, though I’m stained with work,
If I may see the Lord.”
“Ah yes!” one glance upon those hands
With heaven’s kindest glow,
And rough, hard hands do gentle turn
And change to white as snow.
O Lady, take my hardened soul
And smile with heaven’s grace,
That I may someday earn to see
My Savior face to face!
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