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 can alone
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?
Thy pain, not mine, O Christ,
Upon the shameful tree,
Has paid the law's full price
And purchased peace for me!
To none, save Thee,
Who can alone
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee!