Lord, through thy grace I'll boast no more
In duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before,
And only trust thy Son.

What was my gain, I for his name,
Do now account my loss:
My former glory is my shame,
I nail it to his cross.

Yea, doubtless, I all things esteem
But loss for Jesus' sake,
That so I may while found in him.
His righteousness partake.

The choicest service of my hands
Dares not to face thy throne;
But faith, to answer thy demands,
Can plead what Christ has done.