Verso 1

I am not made righteous
By the sweat upon my brow
I am not made holy with a vote
And the work of my salvation
Is to die up on a hill
With Iesus and two thieves
I hardly know

Pre Coro 1

So here’s my fear and trembling
I will never be enough
And You’ve no expectation
That when all the work is done
I’ll have done it on my own
With a helping hand
I found on my own arm

Coro 1

For me the hands of grace
Are pierced with pride
It ain’t easy for the self to die

Verso 2

So I’ll take off my bootstraps
And let Jesus wash my feet
A camel squeaking through
The needle’s eye
And when I’m all washed up I hope
I’ll trust it’s Christ that made me clean
And not the things I did
Or prayed or tried

Pre Coro 2

So here’s my ebenezer
I will never be enough
And there's no expectation
That when all the work is done
I’ll have done it on my own
With a helping hand
I found on my own arm

Coro 2

It’s hard to say
Not my will Lord but thine
It ain’t easy for the self to die

Repetir

It ain’t easy for the self to die

Pre Coro 3

So here’s my resurrection
You will always be enough
I’ve ev’ry expectation
That when all my work is done
You’d have it done it on Your own
With loving hands
We nailed to wooden boards

Coro 3

The hands of grace
Were pierced so I could find
It ain’t easy for the Christ to die