Not what these hands have done

Can save my guilty soul;

Not what this toiling flesh hath wrought

Can make my spirit whole.

Not what I feel or do

Can give me peace with God;

Not all my prayers, or sighs, or tears

Can ease this awful load.

Thy love to me, O God,

Not mine, O Lord, to Thee,

Can rid me of this dark unrest

And set my spirit free.

Thy work alone, Lord Jesus,

Can ease this weight of sin;

Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,

Can give me peace within.

I praise the God of grace,

I trust His love and might;

He calls me His, I call Him mine;

My God, my joy, my light!

— Horatius Bonar