Not What These Hands Have Done

Verse 1

Not what my [these] hands have done can save my guilty soul; Not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Your voice alone, O Lord, can speak to me of grace; Your power alone, O Son of God, can all my sin erase.

Verse 4

No other work but Yours, no other blood will do; No strength but that which is divine can bear me safely through.

Verse 5

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

Verse 6

Thy love to me, O God, not mine, O Lord, to Thee, Can rid me of this dark unrest, And set my spirit free.

Verse 7

Thy grace alone, O God, To me can pardon speak; Thy power alone, O son of God, Can this sore bondage break.

Verse 8

I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine; And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine.

Verse 9

His cross dispels each doubt; I bury in His tomb Each thought of unbelief and fear, each lingering shade of gloom.

Verse 10

I praise the God of grace; I trust His truth and might; He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy and light.

Verse 11

’Tis He Who saveth me, and freely pardon gives; I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives.