Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
speak gladness to this heart;
they tell me all is done;
they bid my fear depart.
To whom, save thee,
who canst alone
for sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?
Thy pains, not mine, O Christ,
upon the shameful tree,
have paid the law’s full price
and purchased peace for me.
To whom, save thee,
who canst alone
for sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?
Thy cross, not mine, O Christ,
has borne the awful load
of sins that none in heav’n
or earth could bear but God.
To whom, save thee,
who canst alone
for sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?
Thy righteousness, O Christ,
alone can cover me:
no righteousness avails
save that which is of thee.
To whom, save thee,
who canst alone
for sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?