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 atone, Lord, shall I flee? 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 canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee? Thy cross, not mine, O Christ, has borne the awful load Of sins that none in Heav'n or earth could bear but God. To whom, save Thee, Who canst 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 canst alone For sin atone, Lord, shall I flee?