Lord, when I am weary with toiling,
And burdensome seem Your commands,
If my load should lead to complaining,
Lord, show me Your hands—
Your nail-pierced hands, Your cross-torn hands,
My Savior, show me Your hands.
Christ, if ever my footsteps should falter,
And I be prepared for retreat,
If desert or thorn cause lamenting,
Lord, show me Your feet—
Your bleeding feet, Your nail-scarred feet,
My Jesus, show me Your feet.
O God, dare I show You
MY hands and MY feet.
—Brenton Thoburn Badley
I discovered this in a 1955 Australian missions magazine.