236. Yet Not I But Through Christ

What gift of grace is Jesus my redeemer. There is no more for heaven now to give. He is my joy, my righteousness, and freedom, my steadfast love, my deep and boundless peace. To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus, for my life is wholly bound to his. O, how strange and divine, I can sing: all is mine!

The night is dark but I am not forsaken, for by my side the Savior, he will stay. I labour on in weakness and rejoicing, for in my need his power is displayed. To this I hold, my Shepherd will defend me, thro' the deepest valley he will lead. O, the night has been won, and I shall overcome!

No fate I dread, I know I am forgiven. The future sure, the price, it has been paid, For Jesus bled and suffered for my pardon, and he was raised to overthrow the grave. To this I hold, my sin has been defeated, Jesus now and ever is my plea. O, the chains are released, I can sing: I am free! Yet not I, but thro' Christ in me.

With ev'ry breath I long to follow Jesus, for he has said that he will bring me home, And day by day I know he will renew me, until I stand with joy before the throne. To this I hold, my hope is only Jesus. All the glory evermore to him. When the race is complete, still my lips shall repeat: