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Nothing in my hand I bring

God alone is the standard of goodness. No honest person, understanding that fact, can claim to be good. No matter how good we try to be, next to God’s holy standard, “all our righteous deeds are like a filthy garment” (Isaiah 64:6). The good news of the gospel is that God provides us with a perfect righteousness, which can be ours, through faith in Christ.


For we maintain that a man is justified by faith apart from works of the Law.

—Romans 3:28


Nor is it necessary, in order to thy being released from guilt, and entitled to this high and complete felicity, that thou shouldst, before thou wilt venture to apply to Jesus, bring any good works of thine own to recommend thee to his acceptance. It is indeed true, that, if thy faith be sincere, it will certainly produce them; but I have the authority of the word of God to tell thee that if thou this day sincerely believest in the name of the Son of God, thou shalt this day be taken under his care, and be numbered among those of his sheep to whom he hath graciously declared that “he will give eternal life, and that they shall never perish, John x. 28.” Thou hast no need therefore to say, “Who shall go up into heaven, or who shall descend into the deep for me? For the word is nigh thee, in thy mouth, and in thy heart, Rom. x. 6, 7, 8.” With this joyful message I leave thee; with this faithful saying, indeed “worthy of all acceptation; 1 Tim. i. 15.” with this Gospel, O sinner, which is my life; and which, if thou dost not reject, will be thine too.

—Philip Doddridge, The Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul (Robert Porter, 1810), 76.


Not the labours of my hands,
Can fulfil thy law’s demands:
Could my zeal no respite know.
Could my tears for ever flow;
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save and thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked come to thee for dress,
Helpless, look to thee for grace:
Foul I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

—Augustus Toplady

Posted 2017·04·24 by David Kjos
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