By grace I am an heir of heaven:
Why doubt this, O my trembling heart?
If what the Scriptures promise clearly
Is true and firm in every part,
This also must be truth divine:
By grace a crown of life is throe.
By grace alone shall I inherit
That blissful home beyond the skies.
Works count for naught, the Lord incarnate
Has won for me the heavenly prize.
Salvation by His death He wrought,
His grace alone my pardon bought.
By grace! These precious words remember
When sorely by thy sins oppressed,
When Satan comes to vex thy spirit,
When troubled conscience sighs for rest;
What reason cannot comprehend,
God does to thee by grace extend.
By grace! Be this in death my comfort;
Despite my fears, ‘tis well with me.
I know my sin in all its greatness,
But also Him who sets me free.
My heart to naught but joy gives place
Since I am saved by grace, by grace!
—Christian L. Scheit (Translated from the German by H. Breuckner)
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