1 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.
2 Your voice alone, O Lord,
can speak to me of grace;
your power alone, O Son of God,
can all my sin erase.
No other work but yours,
no other blood will do;
no strength but that which is divine
can bear me safely through.
3 I praise the Christ of God;
I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart
I call this Saviour mine.
My Lord has saved my life
and freely pardon gives;
I love because he first loved me,
I live because he lives.
