They stand not on the works they’ve spun,
No merit from their hands they bring;
Their prayers and tears avail them none,
Before the throne of heaven’s King.

No righteousness of theirs can stand,
Their efforts crumble into dust;
Yet Jesus Christ, with pierced hand,
Becomes their hope, their only trust.

He lived the law in perfect grace,
Obeyed where we had failed before;
He bore our curse in sin’s dark place,
And rose to open mercy’s door.

In Christ alone they stand secure,
Accepted, robed in spotless light;
His life their plea, His blood their cure,
His merit shines forever bright.

When guilt accuses through the night,
And doubt would bind them to despair,
They turn to Calvary’s finished sight:
Jesus Christ—their righteousness there.

No “Christ and them” in mingled claim,
The Savior is their all in all;
In Him the Father’s love aflame,
Receives the sinner from their fall.

They rest where heaven’s truth is plain:
Not “worthy they,” but worthy He;
Forever free from guilt and chain,
In Jesus Christ their victory.

All praise to Him who took their place,
Who clothes them in His endless worth;
The ransomed sing with one accord:
Jesus Christ is our righteousness—
Their glory, theirs forevermore.