Who tips the daisy’s petals red?
And sets a crown upon her head?
A crown of gold fit for a queen
Someone whose hands are never seen.
Who tints each flower with lovely hue?
And paints the sky in brightest blue?
Who weaves a grassy carpet green?
Someone whose hands are never seen.
Who holds the rainbow in the skies?
And blends the sunset’s gorgeous dyes?
Who threads the heavens with starry skein?
Someone whose hands are never seen.
Someone whose hands we do not see
Made everything-and you and me;
For you and me He died between
Two thieves-and there His hands were seen!