Sunday, October 25, 2015

Not what these hands have done

1. Not what these 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. Thy 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.

3. Thy grace alone, O Lord,
    Can speak to me of grace;
    Thy power alone, O Son of God,
    Can this sore bondage break.
    No other work, save Thine,
    No meaner blood will do;
    No strength, save that which is divine,
    Can bear me safely through.

4. I bless the Christ of God;
    I rest on love divine;
    And with unfalt’ring 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 ling’ring shade of gloom.

5. I praise the God of grace;
    I trust His truth and might;
    He calls me His, I call Him mine,
    My God, my joy and light.
    In Him is only good,
    In me is only ill;
    My ill but draws His goodness forth,
    And me He loveth still.

6.’Tis He who saveth me,
    And freely pardon gives;
    I love because He loveth me,
    I live because He lives.
    My life with Him is hid,
    My death has passed away;
    My clouds have melted into light,
    My midnight into day.

– By Horatius Bonar. (Meter S.M.D.)

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