Grace is the sweetest sound
That ever reached our ears;
When conscience charged and justice frowned,
’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 sovereign spring of health;
’Tis life forevermore.
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,
Forever of His love.
Little Flock Hymnbook, #10
“O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in Him” (Psalm 34:8).