Horatius Bonar, 1864
 
TEXT: 
Not what my hands have done
Can save my guilty soul;
Not what my toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.
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.
 
Thy voice alone, O God,
Can speak to me of grace;
Thy pow'r alone, O Son of God,
Can all my sin erase.
No other work but Thine,
No other blood will do;
No strength but that which is Divine,
Can bear me safely through.
 
Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God,
Not mine, O Lord to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest
And set my spirit free.
 
I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love Divine;
And with unfalt'ring lip and heart
I call this Saviour mine.
His cross dispels each doubt;
I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear,
Each ling'ring shade of gloom.
 
I praise the God of grace;
I trust His truth and might;
He calls me His, I call Him mine,
My God, my joy and light.
'Tis he who saveth me,
And freely pardon gives;
I love because He loveth me,
I live because He lives.