6.  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.  Thy work alone, O Christ, Can ease this weight of sin; Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, Can give me peace within.

2.

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

3.

His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in his tomb Each thought of unbelief and fear, Each ling'ring shade of gloom.  Thy love to me, O God, Not mine, O Lord, to thee, Can rid me of the dark unrest, And set my spirit free.

4.

‘Tis he who saveth me, And freely pardon gives, I love because he loveth me, I live because he lives.  I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine; And with unfalt'ring lip and heart, I call this Savior mine.

5.

My life with him is hid, My death has passed away, My clouds have melted into light, My midnight into day.  I praise the God of grace, I trust his truth and might; He calls me his, I call him mine, My God, my joy, my light.