| Song | The Scars In The Hands Of Jesus |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | The Scars In The Hands Of Jesus |
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My Eyes Haven’t Seen, Nor Have My Ears Heard What The Father Has In Store
But When I Hear The Sound Of A Sweet Singing Bird, I’m Closer Than I’ve Been Before
To That Heavenly Home, Built By God Alone, According To His Perfect Plan.
Where The Only Thing There That’s Been Made By Man Are The Scars In The Hands Of Jesus.
Yes, I’m Headed For A Home Built By God Alone.
Hallelujah, Praise The Lord I Am.
Where The Only Thing There That’s Been Made By Man
Are The Scars In The Hands Of Jesus.
When I See A Mountain Covered With Snow That’s Fallen From Heaven Above,
It Makes Me Feel Small, Hardly Nothing At All, To Know I’ll Be A Part Of
That Mansion World Where The Gates Of Pearl Are Opened By An Angel Band,
And The Only Thing There That’s Been Made By Man Are The Scars In The Hands Of Jesus.
