Salvation is proclaimed!
Forgiveness full and free,
By Him who shed His precious blood
In love to you and me.
He gave Himself to God,
An offering without spot;
Now pardon, peace and life He gives
“To him that worketh not.”
What could I dare to bring
To clear my sinful soul?
His work alone can make me clean,
His word pronounce me whole.
My doings I renounce;
Can they erase one blot?
I take the grace He loves to give
“To him that worketh not.”
I look to Christ in faith,
And, ransomed by His blood,
Upward I gaze and see Him now
Upon the throne of God.
And I am justified
In Him no stain or spot,
“His faith He counts for righteousness,”
“To him that worketh not.”
And now He sees me clad
In this all-glorious dress;
I stand complete in Him who is
Himself my righteousness.
O! strive and toil no more
But choose this blessed lot!
Believe His love; accept His gift;
“To him that worketh not.”