1 What grace is this! My Lord and King
Has set his face to suffering.
My God eternal dies to bring
Eternal life to me.
2 What grace is this—That very God
Would stoop to lift a cross of wood
And walk a road of rock and blood,
A sinner’s road, for me.
3 What grace is this! Though Lord of all,
He yields to Pontius Pilate’s law
And lets the Roman hammers draw
A rush of blood for me.
4 What grace is this! Rude agonies!
With common thieves he hangs and bleeds.
The sinless Son bears each misdeed.
He pays for all, for me.
5 What grace is this! Once wrapped in cloths
And gently laid in manger-trough,
He’s taken, dead, from wretched cross
And wrapped again for me.
6 What grace is this? How can it be?
He wears this raw humility
To lift me to eternity.
Such grace—sweet grace—for me.
|First Line:||What grace is this!|
|Title:||What Grace Is This!|
|Author:||Laurie F. Gauger|
|Copyright:||© 2005 Laurie F. Gauger.|