Tender Hands

Dear hands, tender hands
'touch my face with love;
Thine to give, mine but to cherish
Warm eyes, softest eyes
'brush my face with love;
Thine to give, mine but to cherish
Fain, I wish that I could thank thee more
For these two gifts I can but love thee for
Fain, I wish my heart was worthy more
Tender hands, softest eyes