1 GRACE is the sweetest sound
That ever reached our ears;
When conscience charged and justice frowned,
'Twas grace removed our fears.
2 'Tis freedom to the slave,
'Tis light and liberty;
It takes its terror from the grave,
From death its victory.
3 Grace is a mine of wealth
Laid open to the poor;
Grace is the sovereign spring of health;
'Tis life for evermore.
4 Of grace then let us sing,
A joyful, wondrous theme,
Who grace has brought, shall glory bring,
And we shall reign with Him.
5 Then shall we see His face
With all the saints above,
And sing for ever of His grace,
For ever of His love.
