1 Not what these hands have done
can save this guilty soul;
not what this toiling flesh has borne
can make my spirit whole.

2 Not what I feel or do
can give me peace with God;
not all my prayers and sighs and tears
can bear my awful load.

3 Thy work alone, O Christ,
can ease this weight of sin;
thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
can give me peace within.

4 Thy love to me, O God,
not mine, O Lord, to thee,
can rid me of this dark unrest,
and set my spirit free.

5 Thy grace alone, O God,
to me can pardon speak;
thy power alone, O Son of God,
can this sore bondage break.

6 I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love divine;
and, with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Savior mine.