Thy Works, Not Mine, O Christ

Thy works, not mine, O Christ, speak gladness to this heart;
They tell me all is done; they bid my fear depart.

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 can alone for sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?

Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, has borne the awful load
Of sins that none in heaven or earth could bear but God.

To whom, save thee, who can 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 can alone for sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?