1 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.

2 Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone, O Son of God,
Can this sore bondage break.
No other work save Thine,
No meaner blood will do;
No strength, save that which is divine,
Can bear me safely through.

3 I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart
I call this Savior mine.
'Tis He that saveth me,
And freely pardon gives;
I love, because He loveth me,
I live, because He lives.