The Hands of the King are soft and fair;
  They never knew labors stain.
The hands of the Robber redly wear
  The bloody brand of Cain.
But the hands of the Man are hard and scarred
  With the scars of toil and pain.

The slaves of Pilate have washed his hands
  As white as a king's may be.
Barabbas with wrists unfettered stands,
  For the world has made him free.
                                     But thy palms toil-worn by nails are torn,
                                            O Christ, on Calvary!

                                                    --James Jeffrey Roche