1.Not what these hands have done,Can save this guilty soul;Not what this toiling flesh has borne,Can make my spirit whole.Thy work alone, my Lord,Can ease this weight of sin;Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,Can give me peace within.2.Not what I feel or do,Can give me peace with God;Not all my prayers, or sighs, or tears,Can ease my awful load.Thy love to me, O God, Not mine, O Lord, to thee,Can rid me of this dark unrest,And set my spirit free.3.No other work save thine,No meaner blood will do;No strength, save that which is divine,Can bear me safely through.I praise the God of grace,I trust his love and might.He calls me his, I call him mine;My God, my joy, my light.