To count all things loss is to know Christ
How futile to trust the self
Blameless we may be in some areas but
works are dung in and of ourselves
We fail in one, we fail in all
Without You all works are unclean, filthy rags
No matter what, no matter who
What will we be without You
How do we ever tell them gently
Teach us how to say lovingly
This pill may be hard for them to take
Fire from their eyes we have seen
The law of sin and death does not respect
Whatever worldly men regard
But to know Your resurrection
You to gain, to win, to know
Your Word, sharper than any two-edged sword -
Works apart from You is just this -
Filthy, menstrual rags, unholy raiment.
Rightfully, rejection is due.
The hem of Your garment we need
Now say to yourself all day "Iíll be well
when the Sent One comes my way"
Reach out in faith, touch once, itís enough
His robe of righteousness youíll wear
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