A beautiful, sacred hymn with music by Kevin G. Pace and text by Mark R. Fotheringham. See text below:
Joseph, translated plates of gold,
Restoring prophecies of old.
In evry word of ink and quill,
God proves His hand is stretched out still.
Enos did pray all day and night,
Wondering if his soul was right.
He prayed to know his state until
God showed His hand is stretched out still.
Alma, struck down by glorious light,
Fought for his soul through darkest night.
He sought the Lord to know His will,
Finding His hand is stretched out still.
Lamanites lost through years of lies
Needed the truth to open eyes.
The Holy Word their hearts would fill,
Showing His hand is stretched out still.
When men forsake our God above,
When they ignore the light of love,
When hearts seem lost to cold and chill,
Know that His hand is stretched out still.