Not by my own righteousness

Not by my own righteousness,
Or works that I have wrought,
Am I saved; but by Thy grace,
Surpassing human thought.
Nothing have I, nothing am,
Nothing I deserve but hell;
Yet I glory in Thy name,
Yet I Thy mercy feel.

Thou a spark of hallow'd fire
To me, even me, hast given;
Glows for Thee my whole desire,
My life, my inward heaven:
Dreams of happiness below
Never more will I pursue,
Jesus only will I know,
Whose love is ever new.

Thou Thine hand on me hast laid,
And calm'd my stormy will,
Nature's rapid tide hast stayed,
And bid my heart be still:
Stablish Thou my heart in peace,
Meek and lowly may I be,
Fill with all Thy gentleness
The soul that hangs on Thee.

Oft Thou visitest my breast;
But O, how short Thy stay,
As the memory of a guest
That tarrieth but a day!
Come, and all Thy foes expel,
Fix in me Thy constant home,
With Thy Father in me dwell;
Lord Jesus, quickly come!