One, two, three

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 Jesus and two thieves I hardly know
So here's my fear and trembling: I will never be enough
You've no expectation that when all the work is done
That I'll have done it on my own
With a helping hand I found on my own arm
For me the hands of grace are pierced with pride
It ain't easy for the self to die

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 l'll trust it's Christ that made me clean
Not the things I did, or pray'd, or tried
'Cause 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
It's hard to say not my will, Lord, but Thine
It ain't easy for the self to die
It ain't easy for the self to die

So here's my resurrection: You will always be enough
I've ev'ry expectation that when all my work is done
You'll have it done it on Your own
With loving hands we nailed to wooden boards
The hands of grace were pierced so I could find
It ain't easy for the Christ to die