Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ

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?

Thy pains

not mine

O Christ

Upon the shame­ful tree

Have paid the law’s full price

And pur­chased peace for me.

To whom

save Thee

who canst alone

For sin atone

Lord

shall I flee?

Thy cross

not mine

O Christ

Has borne the aw­ful load

Of sins that none in Heav’n

Or earth could bear but God.

To whom

save Thee

who canst alone

For sin atone

Lord

shall I flee?

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?

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?