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Now gracious God accept our praise,
And teach our stammering tongues
To make thy sovereign, reigning, grace,
The subject of our songs.
Grace reigns to pardon crimson sins,
To melt the hardest hearts;
And from the work it once begins
It never more departs.
The world and Satan strive in vain
Though saints are weak and few;
Secured by grace’s conquering reign,
They all shall conquer too.
Grace tills the soil, and sows the seeds,
Provides the sun and rain;
Till from the tender blade proceeds
The ripening harvest grain.
‘Twas grace that called our souls at first,
By grace thus far we’re come;
And grace will help us through the worst,
And lead us safely home.
Lord, when this changing life is past
If we may see thy face,
How shall we praise, and love at last,
And sing the reign of grace!
Yet let us aim while here below
Thy mercy to display;
And own, at least, the debt we owe,
And serve thee day by day.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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