391		SM
	NOT what these hands have done    Can save this guilty soul; Not what this toiling flesh has borne     Can make my spirit whole.
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.
3	Thy work alone, O Christ,     Can ease this weight of sin; Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,     Can give me peace within.
4	Thy love to me, O God,     Not mine, O Lord, to Thee, Can rid me of sin’s dark unrest,     And set my spirit free.
5	Thy grace alone, O God,     To me can pardon speak; Thy power alone, O Son of God,     Can sin’s sore bondage break.
6	I bless the Christ of God,     I rest on love divine, And with unfaltering lip and heart     I call this Saviour mine.
	Horatius Bonar, 1808-89