What depths of sin my heart has known
Pressed ever downward by His Law
While all-despairing bow my head
For I cannot for sin atone
The good I do is filthiness
For all in pride my good is done
And in my own sufficiency
For I am all unrighteousness
But when I flee from my vain strength
To bring my burden to His feet
The day grows bright; the birds are glad
When all my own resource is spent
He takes my sad, despairing heart
Into His great and gentle hands
He says "My grace alone will do--
And you must ne'er from Me depart"
Abide in Me to do the things
That I have given you to do
The branch bears fruit when it remains
Upon the vine-then life it brings
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