Christ Has No Hands But Ours

Annie Johnson Flint  (1862-1932)
 

Christ has no hands but our hands, to do His work today,
He  has no feet but our feet to lead men in His way.
He has no tongue but  our tongue to tell men how He died,
He has no help but our help to  bring them to His side.

We are the only Bible, the careless world will read,
We are  the sinners' gospel, we are the scoffers' creed.
We are the Lord's last  message, given in deed and word,
What if the type is crooked, what if  the print is blurred?
What if our hands are busy, with other work than  His,
What if our feet are walking, where sin's allurement  is?
What if our tongues are speaking, of things His lips would  spurn,
How can we hope to help Him, and hasten His return?