Oh, wondrous grace, that makes more dark my sin,
More bright and glorious, justice and its sword;
That Both the sinner's heart and conscience win,
While God is justified and sin abhorred!
Lowly I bow before its glorious throne,
And, while absolved by grace, myself most guilty own.
I fly not now from that all-seeing eye
Which once I shunned, to hide myself in night;
The blood, that purged my sin, has brought me nigh,
To dwell in God's own love, and walk in light;
The holy, holy, holy, Lord I love,
Whose holy will I now delight to learn and prove.
Sin can't condemn, for grace has justified;
Sin shall not reign, for grace has set me free;
Sin I abhor, since Christ my Surety died;
His living grace now reigns, and succors me;
The grace, that has the wondrous work begun,
Shall crown with glory when its mighty work is done.