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.