What gift of grace is Jesus, my Redeemer.
There is no more for heaven now to give.
He is my joy, my righteousness and freedom,
My steadfast love, my deep and boundless peace.
To this I hold: my hope is only Jesus.
For my life is wholly bound to His
Oh how strange and divine,
I can sing: all is mine!
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.
The night is dark, but I am not forsaken,
For by my side the Saviour, He will stay.
I labour on in weakness and rejoicing,
For in my need, His power is displayed
To this I hold: my Shepherd will defend me.
Through the deepest valley He will lead.
O the night has been won, and I shall Overcome!
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.
No fate I dread, I know I am forgiven,
The future sure, the price, it has been paid.
For Jesus, bled and suffered for my pardon,
And he was raised to overthrow the grave.
To this I hold: my sin has been defeated.
Jesus now, and ever is my plea.
O the chains are released, I can sing: I am free!
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.
With ev'ry breath I long to follow Jesus,
For He has said that He will bring me home.
And day by day I know He will renew me
Until I stand with joy before the throne.
To this I hold: my hope is only Jesus.
All the glory evermore to him.
When the race is complete,
Still my lips shall repeat:
Yet not I, but through Christ in me.
