Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme,
My tho'ts rejoice at Jesus' name;
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound,
Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground.
O may I live to reach the place,
Where he unveils his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.
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