Grace's amazing hands, they hold me.

They are soft as a feather bed.

She would never strike or scold me,

Cause she knows the words that will work instead.



I always thought that love was frightening,

I always thought it'd be so rough.

Love has sent me down an angel, baby

I knew it was Grace, just by a touch.

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,

But she laughs and says, That's the way love goes.



I always thought that love was frightening,

I always thought it'd be so rough.

Love has sent me down an angel baby,

And I knew it was Grace, just by her touch.

Just by her touch.



What did I do, 

What did I say?

For love to smile down on me,

And show me amazing grace.

Show me amazing grace.



Grace's amazing hands are they hold me,

They are soft as a feather bed.