414 Not what these hands have done

1 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 awful load. 2 Thy grace alone, O God, To me can pardon speak; Thy power alone, O Son of God, Can this sore bondage break. No other work save Thine, No meaner blood will do; No strength, save that which is divine, Can bear me safely through. 3 I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine; And with unfaltering lip and heart I call this Savior mine. 'Tis He that saveth me, And freely pardon gives; I love, because He loveth me; I live, because He lives.