Grace, 'tis a charming sound,
Harmon'ous to the ear!
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the saints shall hear.

Grace first contrived the way
To save rebell'ous man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace first inscribed my name
In God's eternal book;
'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.

Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heav'nly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

Grace taught my soul to pray,
And made mine eyes o'erflow;
'Twas grace that kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.

Grace all the work shall crown,
Thru everlasting days;
It lays in Heav'n the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.