Words by Horatius Bonar 1808-89
Based on Praise version: © PRAISE TRUST
1. Your work, not mine, O Christ,
speaks gladness to this heart.
It tells me all is done
and bids my fear depart.
To whom but you, who can alone
for sin atone, Lord, shall I go?
2. Your wounds, not mine, O Christ,
can heal my damaged soul;
your stripes, not mine, contain
the balm that makes me whole.
To whom but you, who can alone
for sin atone, Lord, shall I go?
3. Your cross, not mine, O Christ,
has borne the awful load
of sins that none could bear
but the incarnate God.
(if singing this verse as a bridge, then omit the refrain:)
To whom but you, who can alone
for sin atone, Lord, shall I go?
4. Your death, not mine, O Christ,
has paid the ransom due;
ten thousand deaths like mine
would have been all too few.
To whom but you, who can alone
for sin atone, Lord, shall I go?
5. Your righteousness, O Christ,
alone can cover me;
no righteousness but yours
suffices for my plea.
To whom but you, who can alone
for sin atone, Lord, shall I go?
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New Tune by Julie Rowbory
in C, with optional bridge
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