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.

Your voice alone, O Lord,
can speak to me of grace;
Your power alone, O Son of God,
can all my sin erase.
No other work but Yours,
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 unfaltering lip and heart
I can this Savior mine.
His dispels each doubt;
I bury in His tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear,
each lingering 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 because He loveth me,
I live because He lives.

- Horatio Bonar

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