O Trinity, Most Blessed Light

O Trinity, most blessed Light, 

O Unity of sovereign might, 

As now the fiery sun departs,

Shed Thou Thy beams within our hearts.

To Thee our morning songs of praise, 

To Thee our evening prayer we raise;

Thee may our glory evermore 

In lowly reverence adore.

All praise to God the Father be, 

All praise, eternal Son, to Thee, 

Whom with the Spirit we adore 

Forever and forevermore.

Lux Beata Trinitas, Ambrose

Thy Work Alone, O Christ

Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul;
Not what my toiling flesh has borne can make my spirit whole.
Not what I feel or do can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers, and sighs and tears can bear my awful load.

Thy work alone, O Christ, can ease this weight of sin
Thy blood alone O Lamb of God, can give me peace within.
Thy love to me O God, not mine, 

O Lord, to Thee can rid me of this dark unrest, and set my spirit free!

Thy grace alone, O God, to me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone O Son of God, can this sore bondage break.
No other work, save Thine, no other blood will do,
No strength save that, which is divine, can bear me safely through.

I bless the Christ of God; I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart, I call this Savior mine.
His cross dispels each doubt, I bury in His tomb
My unbelief, and all my fear, each lingering shade of gloom.

I praise the God of grace, I trust His truth and might
He calls me His, I call Him mine, My God, my joy, my light
Tis He Who saveth me, and freely pardon gives
I love because He loveth me, I live because He lives!

Not What My Hands Have Done, Horatius Bonar