O what a won­der­ful Sav­ior
In Je­sus, my Lord, I have found!
Tho’ I had sins with­out num­ber,
His grace un­to me did abound.

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His grace abound­eth more.
His grace abound­eth more.
Tho’ sin abound­ed in my heart,
His grace abound­eth more.

When a poor sin­ner He found me;
No good­ness to of­fer had I.
Often His law I had brok­en
And mer­it­ed naught but to die.

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Nothing of mer­it pos­sess­ing,
All help­less before Him I lay;
But, in the pre­cious blood flow­ing,
He washed all my sin-stains away.

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How can I keep from re­joic­ing?
I’ll sing of the joy in my soul,
Praising the love of my Sav­ior
While years of eter­ni­ty roll.

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