>Not What My Hands Have Done

>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 These guilty hands are raised Filthy rags are all I bring But I have come to hide beneath Your wings These holy hands are raised Washed in the fountain of Your grace And now I wear Your righteousness – Horatious Bonar