NOT what these hands have done Can save this guilty soul; Not what this 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 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 sin’s dark unrest, And set my spirit free.
Thy grace alone, O God, To me can pardon speak; Thy power alone, O Son of God, Can sin’s sore bondage break.
I bless the Christ of God, I rest on love divine, And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Saviour mine.
Horatius Bonar, 1808-89