Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

596 (L.M.) William Gadsby

Self-righteous souls on works rely.

And boast their moral dignity;

But if I lisp a song of praise,

Each note shall echo, Grace, free grace.

'Twas grace that quickened me when dead;

'Twas grace my soul to Jesus led;

Grace brings a sense of pardoned sin,

And grace subdues my lusts within.

Grace reconciles to ev'ry loss,

And sweetens ev'ry painful cross,

When danger's near, my soul defends:

By grace alone I'll reach the end.

When from this world my soul removes

To mansions of delight and love,

I'll cast my crown before His throne,

And shout, Free grace, free grace alone.