P. Doddridge

S.M.

GRACE! ’Tis a charming sound,

Harmonious to the ear:

Heaven with the echo shall resound,

And all the earth shall hear.

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’Twas grace that wrote my name

In life’s eternal book:

’Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,

Who all my sorrows took.

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Grace taught my wandering feet

To tread the heavenly road;

And new supplies each hour I meet

While pressing on to God.

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Grace taught my soul to pray,

And made my eyes o’erflow;

’Tis grace has kept me to this day,

And will not let me go.

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Grace all the work shall crown

Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,

And well deserves the praise.

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Oh, let that grace inspire

My soul with strength divine;

May all my powers to Thee aspire,

And all my days be Thine.