My king has got scars on his hands, my king has got scars on his hands
His risen body for – ever marked
My king has got scars on his hands my king has got scars on his hands
My king has got scars on his hands
My lord my God I know who you are, I know by the scars on your hands

My king is acquainted with grief, my king is ac – quainted with grief
He won’t recoil when in sorrow I weep, my king is acquainted with grief
My king is the servant of all, my king is the servant of all
He humbly kneels and washes our feet, my king is the slave of us all