Not what my hands have done Can save my guilty soul Not what my toiling flesh has born 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 aweful load Thy work alone, oh Christ Can ease this weight of sin Thy blood alone, oh Lamb of God Can give me peace with Him Thy love to me, oh God Not mine, oh Lord, to thee Can rid me of this dark unrest And set my spirit free I bless the Christ of God I rest on love divine And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Saviour mine His cross dispells each doubt I bury in His tomb Each thought of unbelief and fear Each lingering shade of gloom And I've raised the God of grace I trust His truth and might He calls me His, I call Him mine My God, my joy, my light 'Tis He who saveth me And freely pardon gives I love because He loveth me I live because He lives