Not What My Hands - Aaron Keyes
"Not What My Hands"
Not what my hands have done
Can save my guilty soul.
Not what my 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.
These guilty hands are raised;
Filthy rags are all I bring.
And I have come to hide beneath Your wings.
These holy hands are raised,
Washed in the fountain of Your grace,
And now I wear your righteousness
Thy work alone O Christ
Can ease this weight of sin.
Thy blood alone O Lamb of God
Can give me peace within.
Thy love to me O God,
Not mine O Lord to thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest.
And set my spirit free.
Thy grace alone O God
To me can pardon speak.
Thy power alone O Lamb of God
Can this sore bondage break.
No other work save Thine,
No other blood will do.
No strength save that which is divine
Can bear me safely through.
I praise the God of grace;
I trust His truth and might.
He calls me His, I call Him mine--
My God, my joy, my light.
'Tis He who saveth me
And freely pardon gives.
I love because He first loved me;
I live because He lives.