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Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul |
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Not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole |
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Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God |
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Not all my prayers and sighs and tears can bear my awful load |
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These guilty hands are raised, filthy rags are all I bring |
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And I have come to hide beneath Your wings |
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These holy hands are raised, washed in the fountain of Your grace |
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And now I wear Your righteousness |
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Thy work alone, oh Christ can ease this weight of sin |
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Thy blood alone, oh Lamb of God can give me peace within |
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Thy love to me, oh God, not mine, oh Lord to Thee |
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Can rid me of this dark unrest and set my spirit free |
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Thy grace alone, oh God to me, can pardon speak |
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Thy power alone, oh Lamb of God, can this sore bondage break? |
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No other work save Thine, no other blood will do |
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No strength but that which is divine can bear me safely through |
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I praise the God of grace, I trust His truth and might |
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He calls me His, I call Him mine, my God, my joy, my light |
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My Lord has saved my life and freely pardon gives |
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I love because He first loved me, I live because He lives |
