1 No more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done; I quit the hopes I held before To trust the merits of thy Son.
2 Now for the love I bear his Name, What was my gain I count my loss, My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross.
3 Yes, and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus' sake O may my soul be found in him, And of his righteousness partake.
4 The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before thy throne; But faith can answer thy demands By pleading what my Lord has done.