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 death, not mine, O Christ,
Has paid the ran­som due;
Ten thou­sand deaths like mine
Would have been all too few.
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?