1 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 cross, not mine, O Christ,
Has borne the awful load
Of sins, that none in heaven
Or earth could bear but God.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?
3 Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
Has paid the ransom due;
Ten thousand deaths like mine
Would have been all too few.
To whom, save Thee, who canst alone
For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?
4 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?
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First Line: | Thy works, not mine, O Christ |
Meter: | 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8, (H. M.) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Faith and Justification |