Not What These Hands Have Done

Not what these hands have doneCan save this guilty soul;Not what this toiling flesh has borneCan make my spirit whole.

Not what I feel or doCan give me peace with God;Not all my prayers and sighs and tearsCan bear my awful load.

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 unrestAnd set my spirit free.

Thy grace alone, O God,To me can pardon speak;Thy power alone, O Son of God,Can this sore bondage break.

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