Like all God's prophets, his kings and judges, were thieves and killers, adulterous liars,
That he had chosen, to show his greatness.
Just like those heroes, by grace he called me, so dead in my sin, it's him I boast in,
I breathe but only, through faith in Jesus.
And Oh what joy and bliss, to enter Sabbath rest.
It's God who saves, not I, it's God who justifies.
He calls, he makes holy, it's God who saves, not I.
It's God who saves, not I, it's God who is my life.
All I bring is nothing, it's God who saves, not I.
Christ came to me who, hated God and was bent to chaos, and served destruction,
In love he died, and paid my pardon.
And then he raised me, with him in union, a wretch adopted, triune affection,
Eternal power, and love unyielding.
And Oh what joy and bliss, to enter Sabbath rest.
It's God who saves, not I, it's God who justifies.
He calls, he makes holy, it's God who saves, not I.
It's God who saves, not I, it's God who is my life.
All I bring is nothing, it's God who saves, not I.
If my salvation, to me was trusted, if we must hold fast, or keep love fervent,
I'm lost already, my love unsteady.
But once redemption, is won its finished, his sure deposit, his steadfast Spirit,
From grace beginning, to grace unending.
And Oh what joy and bliss, to enter Sabbath rest.
It's God who saves, not I, it's God who justifies.
He calls, he makes holy, it's God who saves, not I.
It's God who saves, not I, it's God who is my life.
All I bring is nothing, it's God who saves, not I.