Grace is the sweetest sound
That ever reached our ears,
When conscience charged and justice frown'd,
`Twas grace removed our fears.

`Tis freedom to the slave,
`Tis light and liberty;
It takes its terror from the grave,
From death its victory.

Grace is a mine of wealth
Laid open to the poor;
Grace is the sov'reign spring of health;
'Tis Life for evermore.

Of grace then let us sing !
(A joyful, wondrous theme !)
Who grace has brought, shall glory bring,
And we shall reign with Him.

Then shall we see His face
With all the saints above,
And sing forever of His grace,
For ever of His love.

S.M.                     T. Kelly, 1802