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 alone, Lord, shall I flee?

Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ,
Can heal my bruisèd soul;
thy stripes, not mine, contain
The balm that makes me whole.
To whom save thee, who canst alone
For sin alone, Lord, shall I flee?

Thy Cross, not mine, O Christ,
Has borne the aweful load
Of sins that none could bear
But the incarnate God.
To whom save thee, who canst alone
For sin alone, Lord, shall I flee?

Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
Has paid the ransom due;
Ten thousand deaths like mine
Would have been all too few.
To whom save thee, who canst alone
For sin alone, 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 alone, Lord, shall I flee?