Horatius Bonar - Not what my hands have done

^DNot what my hands have done Can ^Gsave my guilty soul; Not w^Ahat my toiling flesh has borne Can m^Gake my spi - rit ^Dwhole. Not w^Dhat I feel or do Can g^Give me peace with God; Not ^Aall my prayers and sighs and tears Can ^Gbear my awful^D load.

T^Dhy work alone, O Christ, Can ^Gease this weight of sin; Thy b^Alood alone, O Lamb of God, Can gi^Gve me peace w^Dithin. Th^Dy love to me, O God, Not^G mine, O Lord to thee, Can r^Aid me of this dark unrest And se^Gt my spirit fr^Dee.

T^Dhy grace alone, O God, To ^Gme can pardon speak; Thy p^Aow'r alone, O Son of God, Can th^Gis sore bondage br^Deak. No^D other work but yours, No ot^Gher blood will d^Do; No st^Arength but your great power, Can be^Gar me safely th^Drough.

^DI bless the Christ of God; I ^Grest on love divine; And ^Awith unfalt'ring lip and heart I ca^Gll this Saviour m^Dine. This c^Dross dispels each doubt; I b^Gury in his tomb Each th^Aought of un - be - lief and fear, Each li^Gng'ring shade of gl^Doom.

^DI praise the God of grace; I t^Grust his truth and might; He ca^Alls me his, I call him mine, My G^God, my joy, my ^Dlight. 'Tis ^Dhe who saveth me, And f^Greely pardon gives; I l^Aove because he loved me, I l^Give because he li^Dves.

(^GAM^DEN)