Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ |
Horatius Bonar, 1857
Thy works, not mine, O Christ, Speak gladness to this heart; They tell me all is done, They bid my fear depart. To whom save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?
2. Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ, | 3. Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, Has borne the awe-full load Of sins that none could bear But the incarnate God. To whom save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?
4. Thy death, not mine, O Christ, |
5. Thy righteousness, O Christ, Alone can cover me; No righteousness avails Save that which is of Thee. To whom save Thee, who canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? |