Not what my hands have done Can save my guilty soul;
Not what my 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 sighs and tears Can bear my awful load.
Thy grace alone, O God, To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone, O Son of God, Can this sore bondage break.
No other work save Thine, No other blood will do;
No strength save that which is divine Can bear me safely through.
I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine.
‘Tis He that saveth me And freely pardon gives;
I love because He loveth me; I live because He lives.
by Horatius Bonar, 1864
Taken from the Blue Psalter Hymnal, #389