Grace! 'Tis the charming sound which turned the world upside down!
Grace! Saved the sinner's soul which, bound for hell, was almost drowned!
Grace! Saved the sinner's soul which, bound for hell, was almost drowned!
Grace! The sweet and blessed wind which upon the sheep doth blow!
Grace! The cleansing wave which washes o'r them which dwell below.
Grace! The cleansing wave which washes o'r them which dwell below.
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When at the end I must my breathe my last,
When I must meet with death's
dark blast,
'Tis grace which shines the glorious light,
Carries me home to heaven bright.
'Tis grace which shines the glorious light,
Carries me home to heaven bright.
There, I see Him now! 'Tis grace personified!
I now by grace behold the Lamb who for me was crucified!
Oh wandering, dying sinner, don't you see?
'Tis grace that saves by faith alone and grace will set you free!
I now by grace behold the Lamb who for me was crucified!
Oh wandering, dying sinner, don't you see?
'Tis grace that saves by faith alone and grace will set you free!
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