Thy Work Alone

1Not what these hands have done Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne Can make my spirit whole;
Not what I feel or do Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers and signs and tears Can bear sin's awful load.

2Thy work alone, O Christ, Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, Can give me peace within;
Thy love to me, O God, Not mine, O Lord, to thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest, And set my spirit free.

3I bless the Christ of God, I rest on love divine,
And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine;
His cross dispels each doubt, I bury in his tomb
Each thought of unbelief and fear, Each lingering shade of gloom.