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O Perfect Life of Love!

Henry W. Baker·Modern

Verse 1

O perfect life of love!
All, all is finished now,
All that He left His throne above
To do for us below.

Verse 2

No work is left undone
Of all the Father willed;
His toil, His sorrows, one by one,
The Scripture have fulfilled.

Verse 3

No pain that we can share
But He has felt its smart;
All forms of human grief and care
Have pierced that tender heart.

Verse 4

And on His thorn-crowned head,
And on His sinless soul,
Our sins in all their guilt were laid,
That He might make us whole.

Verse 5

In perfect love He dies;
For me He dies, for me;
O all-atoning Sacrifice,
I cling by faith to Thee.

Verse 6

In every time of need,
Before the judgment-throne,
Thy work, O Lamb of God, I’ll plead,
Thy merits, not my own.

Verse 7

Yet work, O Lord, in me,
As Thou for me hast wrought,
And let my love the answer be
To grace Thy love has brought.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 228 · S.M. · Aber

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Not What These Hands Have Done

Horatius Bonar·Modern

Verse 1

Not what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.

Verse 4

Thy love to me, O God,
Not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest,
And set my spirit free.

Verse 5

Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone, O Son of God,
Can this sore bondage break.

Verse 6

I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love Divine;
And, with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 243 · S.M. · (St. Andrew)

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Not What These Hands Have Done

Horatius Bonar·Modern

Verse 1

Not what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne
Can make my spirit whole.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Can give me peace within.

Verse 4

Thy love to me, O God,
Not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest,
And set my spirit free.

Verse 5

Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone, O Son of God,
Can this sore bondage break.

Verse 6

I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love Divine;
And, with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.

Horatius Bonar, “Not What These Hands Have Done”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 428 · S.M. · (St. Andrew)