Ironically the monergism that so many here reject as causing the hypocritical tendency laid forth in the OP: it is exactly the opposite.
Not the labors of my hands Can fulfil thy law's demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked, come to thee for dress, Helpless, look to thee for grace; Foul, I to the Fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Rock of ages Cleft for me Let me hide Myself in thee
I have nothing in me that lead me to God; mysteriously He called me. That means I am the recipient of grace and only grace; gratitude can only be demonstrated as love for all who have been created in the image of Him who saved me.
