Written By Philiph Doddridge
Grace! ’tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear;
Heav’n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
All sufficient grace!
Never powerless!
It is Christ who lives in me,
In His exhaustlessness.
Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the pilgrim road;
And new supplies each hour I meet
While pressing on to God.
‘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 soul to pray,
And made my eyes o’erflow;
‘Tis grace which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.
Oh, let that grace inspire
My soul with strength divine;
May all my powers to Thee aspire,
And all my days be Thine.
Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;
It lays in love the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
