Grace! ‘tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
‘Twas grace that wrote my name
In life’s eternal book;
‘Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.
Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly 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 which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.
O let Thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine:
May all my powers to Thee aspire,
And all my days be Thine.
—Philip Doddridge, 1702–1751 (Stanzas 1, 3.)
—Augustus M. Toplady, 1740–1778 (Stanzas 2, 4, 5.)
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