Priesthood Sunday
The Beautiful Hands of a Priest
We need them in life's early morning,
We need them again at its close;
We feel their warm clap of friendship,
We see them when tasting life's woes.
At the altar each day we behold them,
And the hands of a king on his throne
We are not equal in their greatness;
Their dignity stands all alone.
And when we are tempted and wander
To pathways of shame and sin,
It's the hand of a priest that will solve us -
Not once, but again and again;
And when we are taking life's partner,
Other hands may prepare us a feast,
But As 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 cares,
When can a poor sinner As 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 anointing
The beautiful hands of a priest.
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Las Hermosas Manose de Un Sacerdote
Los necesitamos en la manana de la vida,
Los necesitamos de nuevo al llegar su final;
Sentimos su cálido apretón de amistad,
Los vemos cuando probamos los dolores de la vida.
En el altar los contemplamos cada dia,
Y las manos de un rey en su trono
No se comparan con ellas en grandeza;
su dignidad es única e incomparable.
Que Dios los bendiga y los conserve santos
Por la Hostia que sus dedos acarician
¿Qué puede hacer mejor un pobre pecador
Que pedirle a Él que lo guíe y lo bendiga?
Cuando llegue la hora de la muerte,
Que aumenten nuestro valor y fortaleza
Al ver elevadas sobre nosotros, en la unción,
Las hermosas manos de un sacerdote
