Weeping will not save me;
Though my face were bathed in tears,
That could not allay my fears,
Could not wash the sins of years;
Weeping will not save me.
Jesus bled and died for me;
Jesus suffered on the tree;
Jesus waits to make me free;
He alone can save me!
Working will not save me;
Purest deeds that I can do,
Holiest thoughts and feelings too,
Cannot form my soul anew;
Working will not save me.
Waiting will not save me;
Helpless, guilty, lost I lie;
In my ear is mercy's cry;
If I wait I can but die;
Waiting will not save me.
Faith in Christ will save me;
Trust in Him, the risen One,
Trust the work that He has done;
To His arms I now may run;
Faith in Christ will save me.