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