David said He’s like a shepherd, He knows our every need,
Leads us by the gentle waters, where our hungering souls He feeds.
As a little lamb I’m helpless, my soul I can’t defend.
I’m so glad that He’s my shepherd. On Him, I will depend.
Oh, it’s in the Savior’s hands, those precious nail-scarred hands.
Though driven through with nails, those precious hands, they’ll never fail.
I may not understand; I’m trusting in the Great I am.
It’s good to know it’s in the Savior’s hands.
Now in the time of my confusion, when I can’t find the way
So bewildered from the battle, don’t even know for what to pray
I’m glad that somewhere in the shadows of my trouble & my fear
Is the shepherd sent from heaven I can see Him through my tears.
Oh, it’s in the Savior’s hands, those precious nail-scarred hands.
Though driven through with nails, those precious hands, they’ll never fail.
I may not understand; I’m trusting in the Great I am.
It’s good to know it’s in the Savior’s hands.
Though I may not understand, oh, I’m trusting in the Great I am.
It’s good to know it’s in the Savior’s hands.
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Lyrics submitted by Karen Marberry.