Grace, ’tis a charm­ing sound,
Harmonious to mine ear;
Heaven with the echo shall re­sound,
And all the earth shall hear.

Grace first con­trived the way
To save re­bel­li­ous 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 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.

Grace all the works shall crown,
Through ev­er­last­ing days;
It lays in Hea­ven the top­most stone,
And well de­serves the praise.

O let Thy grace in­spire
My soul with strength di­vine
May all my pow­ers to Thee as­pire,
And all my days be Thine.