204. Free Grace

1 Come ye happy race
Who are ransom'd by grace,
By grace that is free for us all;
Come and hear, come and feel,
While with rapture I tell,
What my Saviour hath done for my sou.

2 I rebell'd against God,
And went on in the road
That leads down to eternal despair;
'Tis thro' mercy alone
That I am not undone:
'Tis amazing I yet am not there.

3 In gross darkness I lay
Unto Satan a prey,
Nor the danger or consequence fear'd:
Not by rigour compell'd
With delight did I yield,
Nor complain'd that his service was hard.

4 But Jehovah's command
Put my soul to a stand;
O! the gracious and powerful cry:
"Sinners turn unto me;
"For my mercy is free,
"For, why wilt thou perish and die?"

5 In a moment my guilt
Thro' the blood that was spilt
A new life from the dead I receiv'd;
The I sang the new song,
With my heart and my tongue--
With my heart to salvation believ'd.

6 His adorable grace
Thro' my life I can trace,
And thro' scenes of affliction go on:
With my Saviour in view
The high prize I pursue,
Nor am I weary or faint when I run.

7 The good Shepherd shall keep
His once wandering sheep,
Who are brought to his fold will defend;
'Twas his blood that I cost,
And I shall not be lost
If I hold on my way to the end.

Text Information
First Line: Come ye happy race
Title: Free Grace
Language: English
Publication Date: 1803
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