Not What These Hands Have Done

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 pray'rs 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 this dark unrest,
and set my spirit free.

Thy grace alone, O God,
to me can pardon speak;
Thy pow'r alone, O Son of God,
can this sore bondage break.

I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love divine;
And, with unfalter'ng lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.