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 tears, not mine, O Christ,
Have wept my guilt away,
And turned this night of mine
Into a blesséd day.
To whom, save Thee,
Who canst alone
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?

3 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ,
Can heal my bruiséd soul;
Thy stripes, not mine, contain
The balm that makes me whole.
To whom, save Thee,
Who canst alone
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?

4 Thy Cross, not mine, O Christ,
Has borne the crushing load
Of sins that none could bear
But the incarnate God.
To whom, save Thee,
Who canst alone
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?

5 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?

Amen.