Martin Wickens

Not what these hands have done

Can save this guilty soul;

Not what this toiling flesh has borne

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 heavy load.

 

Thy work alone, O Christ,

Can ease this weight of sin;

Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,

Can give me peace within.

 

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 grace alone, O God,

To me can pardon speak;

Thy power alone, O Son of God,

Can this sore bondage break.

 

I bless the Christ of God,

I rest on life divine,

And with unfaltering lip and heart,

I call this Saviour mine.

 

–Horatious Bonar —

1808-1889