Nothing Like a Hymn With Depth and Substance! (2)

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!

Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone O Son of God,
Can this sore bondage break.
No other work, save Thine,
No other blood will do,
No strength save that,
Which is divine,
Can bear me safely through.

I bless the Christ of God;
I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Savior mine.
His cross dispels each doubt,
I bury in His tomb
My unbelief,
And all my fear,
Each lingering 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
’Tis He Who saveth me,
And freely pardon gives
I love because
He loveth me,
I live because He lives!

Horatius Bonar

Nothing Like a Hymn With Depth and Substance!

I was flipping through the Mission Praise this afternoon and came across a pretty little hymn. Although the poem has seven verses it's only two lines of music. The verses are in a different order from Mission Praise and I haven't changed them because I like them better this way.


Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
Lead me by Thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me.


Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.


I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
Choose Thou for me, my God,
So I shall walk aright.


Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem;
Choose Thou my good and ill.


Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my cares for me
My poverty or wealth.


The kingdom that I seek
Is Thine: so let the way
That leads to it be Thine,
Else I must surely stray.


Not mine, not mine the choice
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my Guide, my Strength
My Wisdom, and my All.

Horatius Bonar (1808-1889)

So I didn't have to type it all out I googled it. I came across NetHymnal

It's useful for looking up hymns and those who penned them.