Out of my guilt I tried to pray
That God would open up the way,
And lift me from this sinful place
To tell the story, "Saved by grace."

Now here I am at mercy's door,
The place appointed for the poor;
Oh! let me see Thy lovely face,
And tell the story, "Saved by grace."

My prayers went up, a feeble cry,
"Now save, dear Lord, or I must die;"
He lifted me from this low base
To tell the story, "Saved by grace."

My Savior died on Calv'ry's tree
To buy a home in Heav'n for me;
He raised me to a blessed place
To tell the story, "Saved by grace."

The weariness of years has come,
And I perhaps am near my home;
I hope to reach that happy place,
And tell the story, "Saved by grace."

The shadows fall, and life seems vain,
Our bodies come to dust again,
Then raised to see Him face to face,
We'll tell the story, "Saved by grace."

Oh, let me feel Thy sweet embrace,
And tell the story, "Saved by grace;"
Oh, let me feel Thy sweet embrace,
And tell the story, "Saved by grace."

yes, feel embrace, yes, feel embrace,