The Beautiful Hands Of A Priest

We need them in life's early morning, we need them again at it's close;
  we feel their warm clasp of true friendship, we seek them when
    tasting life's woes.
At the altar each day we behold them,
  and the hands of a king on his throne
Are not equal to them in their greatness; their dignity stands all
alone;
And when we are tempted and wander
  to pathways of shame and of sin,
It's the hand of a priest will absolve
  us-not once, but again and again;
And when we are taking life's partner,
  other hands may prepare us a feast,
But the hand that will bless and unite
  us is the beautiful hand of a priest.
God bless them and keep them all holy
  for the Host which their fingers caress;
When can a poor sinner do better than
  to ask Him to guide thee and bless?
When the hour of death comes upon us
  may our courage and strength be
  increased
By seeing raised over us in blessing the beautiful hands of a priest!