Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ - The Corner Room

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?