Text: | Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ |
Author: | Horatius Bonar |
1 Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
Speak gladness to this heart;
They tell me all is done;
They bid my fear depart.
Refrain:
To whom, save Thee,
Who canst alone
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?
2 Thy tears, not mine, O Christ,
Have wept my guilt away,
And turned this night of mine
Into a blessèd day. [Refrain]
3 Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ,
Can heal my bruisèd soul;
Thy strips, not mine, contain
The balm that makes me whole. [Refrain]
4 Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,
Has borne the awful load
Of sins that none could bear
But the incarnate God. [Refrain
5 Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
Has paid the ransom due;
Ten thousand deaths like mine
Would have been all too few. [Refrain]
Amen.
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First Line: | Thy works, not mine, O Christ |
Title: | Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ |
Author: | Horatius Bonar |
Publication Date: | 1937 |