I am not told to labor,
To put away my sin;
So foolish, weak, and helpless,
I never could begin.
But blessed truth I know it!
Though ruined by the fall,
Christ for my soul hath suffered:
Yes, Christ has done it all.

And if I now would seek Him,
In love He sought for me,
When far from Him I wandered
In sin and misery:
He came In grace from glory,
That I might hear His call;
He sought me and He found me
Yes, Christ has done it all.

And now I cannot please Him
In aught I say or do,
Unless He daily help me
His glory to pursue;
Still helpless and still feeble,
On His strong arm I fall
My strength in pressing onward!
Yes, Christ has done it all.

And when in heav’nly glory
My ransomed soul shall be,
From sin and all pollution
Forever, ever free,
I’ll cast my crown before Him,
And loud His grace extol:
“Thou hast Thyself redeemed me
Yes, Thou hast done it all!”