Purest deeds that I can do,
Holiest thoughts and feelings too,
Cannot form my soul anew;
Working will not save me.
Jesus suffered on the tree;
Jesus waits to make me free,
He alone can save me.
Though my face were bathed in tears,
That could not allay my fears,
Could not wash the sins of years;
Weeping will not save me.
Helpless, guilty, lost I lie,
In my ear is mercy's cry;
If I wait I can but die:
Waiting will not save me.
All the prayers that I could say
Could not wash my sins away,
All I owe could never pay:
Praying will not save me.
Let me trust Thy gracious Son,
Trust the work that He has done,
To His arms, Lord, help me run;
Faith in Christ will save me.
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