Grace's amazing hands, they hold me.
They're as soft as a feather bed.
She would never strike or scold me,
She knows the words that work well instead.

I always thought that love was frightening,
I always thought it would be so rough.
But love has sent me down an angel,
And I knew it was Grace, just by her touch.

Grace's amazing hands, they're ugly,
They're bruised by the blows that I have blown.
She knows well I don't deserve her,
She just laughs and says, "That's just they way love goes."

I always thought that love was frightening,
I always thought it would be so rough.
But love has sent me down an angel,
And I knew it was Grace, just by her touch.

What did I do,
What did I say?
For love to smile down on me,
And show me amazing grace.