Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
   Speak gladness to my heart!
It tells me all is done -
   It bids all fear depart!
I rest in Thee, Whose work alone
   Doth gloriously for sin atone.

Thy wounds, not mine, O Christ,
   Can heal the bruised soul!
Thy stripes, not mine, contain
   The balm that makes me whole!
I rest in Thee, Whose work alone
   Doth gloriously for sin atone.

Thy Cross, not mine, O Christ,
   Has borne the awful load
Of sins that none could bear
   But the Incarnate God!
I rest in Thee, Whose work alone
   Doth gloriously for sin atone.

Thy death, not mine, O Christ,
   Has paid the ransom due!
Ten thousand deaths like mine
   Would all have been too few.
I rest in Thee, Whose work alone,
   Doth gloriously for sin atone. 
   
       -  Author unknown
       March, 1988 "The Gospel Standard"