What in me did thou see oh dear Lord?
Why bother as you went along among people?
Looking at my soul; a sinner by best definition
Why did you stop to look at this wretched me?
Oh I know, it was by your grace, nothing in me.
In the uttermost filth of sin I dwelt
In doubt, pride and hatred; yet you saw me
By works and deed I looked good or so I thought
Yet in me only sin dwelt there in; nothing admirable
And so I know, it is by your grace that I am saved
Forgetting the past, dwelling on the present
Looking yet on my soul; am I now holy?
Am I any better for a man to love and die?
I hope I could lie, yet I cannot for you know
Yes you know, I am needful of grace even now
It was and still is by your grace that I am a son
Nothing I do justifies my salvation or holiness
Only by grace I do; I love and serve, nothing of works
For my works are none mine only the fruits of grace
And only by your grace do I testify of my salvation.
It is by your grace, nothing more