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Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,
Grace that exceeds
our sin and our guilt!
Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured,
There where the blood
of the Lamb was spilled.
Sin and despair,
like the sea waves cold,
Threaten the soul with infinite loss;
Grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
Points to the refuge, the mighty cross.
Dark is the stain
that we cannot hide.
What can we do to wash it away?
Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,
Brighter than snow you may be today.
Marvelous, infinite,
matchless grace,
Freely bestowed on all who believe!
You that are longing to see His face,
Will you this moment
His grace receive?
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9 9 9 9
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 5:20;
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9 9 9 9
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