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
These guilty hands are raised, filthy rags are all I bring And I have come to hide beneath Your wings These holy hands are raised, washed in the fountain of Your grace And now I wear Your righteousness
Thy work alone, oh Christ can ease this weight of sin Thy blood alone, oh Lamb of God can give me peace within Thy love to me, oh God, not mine, oh Lord to Thee Can rid me of this dark unrest and set my spirit free
Thy grace alone, oh God to me, can pardon speak Thy power alone, oh Lamb of God, can this sore bondage break? No other work save Thine, no other blood will do No strength but that which is divine can bear me safely through
I praise the God of grace, I trust His truth and might He calls me His, I call Him mine, my God, my joy, my light My Lord has saved my life and freely pardon gives I love because He first loved me, I live because He lives