Grace, ’tis a charming sound, <br />Harmonious to mine ear; <br />Heaven with the echo shall resound, <br />And all the earth shall hear. <br /> <br />Grace first contrived the way <br />To save rebellious man; <br />And all the steps that grace display <br />Which drew the wondrous plan. <br /> <br />Grace first inscribed my name <br />In God’s eternal book; <br />’Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, <br />Who all my sorrows took. <br /> <br />Grace led my roving feet <br />To tread the heavenly road; <br />And new supplies each hour I meet, <br />While pressing on to God. <br /> <br />Grace taught my soul to pray <br />And made mine eyes o’erflow; <br />’Twas grace which kept me to this day, <br />And will not let me go. <br /> <br />Grace all the work shall crown, <br />Through everlasting days; <br />It lays in heaven the topmost stone, <br />And well deserves the praise. <br /> <br />O let Thy grace inspire <br />My soul with strength divine <br />My all my powers to Thee aspire, <br />And all my days be Thine.<br /><br />Augustus Montague Toplady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grace-tis-a-charming-sound/
