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Not What My Hands Have Done (4-part)

Horatius Bonar, 1864



Not what my hands have done

Can save my guilty soul;

Not what my 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 awful load.


Thy voice alone, O God,

Can speak to me of grace;

Thy pow'r alone, O Son of God,

Can all my sin erase.

No other work but Thine,

No other blood will do;

No strength but that which is Divine,

Can bear me safely through.


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.


I bless the Christ of God;

I rest on love Divine;

And with unfalt'ring lip and heart

I call this Saviour mine.

His cross dispels each doubt;

I bury in His tomb

Each thought of unbelief and fear,

Each ling'ring shade of gloom.


I praise the God of grace;

I trust His truth and might;

He calls me His, I call Him mine,

My God, my joy and light.

'Tis he who saveth me,

And freely pardon gives;

I love because He loveth me,

I live because He lives.

Not What My Hands Have Done (4-part)

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