| Song | The Touch Of His Tender Hand |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Clara M. Brooks |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 12.8.12.8.6.6.10.8 |
| Tags | The Touch Of His Tender Hand |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Matthew 17:7 |
| CCLI Song No |
Far Away In A Land That Is Darker Than Night,
With Never A Star In The Sky,
In The Isles Of The Sea For A Savior They Wait
For The Touch Of His Hand They Sigh.
For The Touch Of His Hand,
For The Touch Of His Hand,
They Wait In The Isles Of The Rolling Sea
For The Touch Of His Tender Hand.
Unloved And Uncherished They Sink Into Woe
For Comfort Your Hands Could Bestow;
O Savior, Thy Heart Must Be Breaking With Grief,
Still Calling For Reapers To Go.
The Daystar Is Shedding His Beautiful Rays
That Each May Be Warmed And Be Blest;
Yet Millions Now Perish From Cold Winter’s Blast,
And Die Without Comfort Or Rest.
The Hand That Brought Life To The Lone Widow’s Son,
And Healing In Dear Galilee
For Its Life-Giving Touch They Are Calling Afar,
They Are Calling To You And To Me.
