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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
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)
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)