Grosey's Messages

Not what my hands have done
can save my guilty soul,
not what my toiling flesh has borne
can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do
can give me peace with God,
not all my prayers and sighs and tears
can bear my awful load.

Thy work alone, O Christ,
can ease this weight of sin,
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
can give me peace within.
Thy love to me, O God,
not mine, O Lord, to thee,
can rid me of this dark unrest
and set my spirit free.

I bless the Christ of God,
I rest on love divine,
and with unfalt'ring lip and heart
I call this Savior mine.
His cross dispels each doubt;
I bury in His tomb
each thought of unbelief and fear,
each ling'ring shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace,
I trust His truth and might.
He calls me His, I call Him mine,
my God, my joy, my light.
My Lord has saved my life,
and freely pardon gives;
I love because He first loved me,
I live because He lives.

Horatius Bonar