1. Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
speak gladness to this heart;
They tell me all is done;
they bid my fear depart.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?

2. Thy pains, not mine, O Christ,
upon the shameful tree,
Have paid the law’s full price
and purchased peace for me.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?

3. Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,
has borne the awful load
Of sins that none in Heav’n
or earth could bear but God.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?

4. Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
has paid the ransom due;
Ten thousand deaths like mine
would have been all too few.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?

5. Thy righteousness, O Christ,
alone can cover me:
No righteousness avails
save that which is of Thee.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?