My King has got scars on his hands My King has got scars on his hands His risen body forever 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 acquainted 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. My Lord, My God, I know who you are I know by the scars on your hands.