1 Come ye happy race
Who are ransomed 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 rebelled against God,
And went on in the road
That leads down to eternal despair;
'Tis through 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 feared:
Not by rigor compelled
With delight did I yield,
Nor complained 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
Through the blood that was spilt
A new life from the dead I received;
The I sang the new song,
With my heart and my tongue--
With my heart to salvation believed.
6 His adorable grace
Through my life I can trace,
And through scenes of affliction go on:
With my Savior 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.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803