Amazing Grace! (Folk Process Accretions)

When we've been there ten thousand years

Tune: AMAZING GRACE (32135)
Published in 7 hymnals

Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

When we've been there† ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.
† (or "here", whether out of habit or belief)

Amazing grace has set me free
To touch, to taste, to feel
The wonders of accepting love
Have made me whole and real.

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found,
Was bound, but now I'm free.

The world shall soon to ruin go
The sun refuse to shine
But God, who called me here below
Shall be forever mine.

Praise God, praise God, praise God, praise God,
Praise God, praise God, praise God,
Praise God, praise God, praise God, praise God,
Praise God, praise God, praise God.

How long, dear Saviour, oh how long
Have I on earth to stay?
Roll on, roll on, ye wheels of time
And bring that joyful day.

How long, dear Saviour, Oh how long
shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swift around*, ye wheels of time,
And bring the promised day.
* (or "swifter round")

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds
And drives away his fear.

Must Jesus bear the cross alone
And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for everyone
And there's a cross for me.

_ _ We lay our garments by
Upon our beds to rest
'though death may soon disrobe us all
Of what we now possess.

The day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The hour of death is near.

We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest-
So time will soon disrobe us all
Of what we now possess.

Am I a Soldier of the Cross?
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?

Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

Shall I be wafting to the sky,
On flowery beds of ease.
While others strive to win the prize,
And sail on bloody seas.

Alas, and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

Source: TTT-Himnaro Cigneta #508

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First Line: When we've been there ten thousand years
Title: Amazing Grace! (Folk Process Accretions)
Original Language: English
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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TTT-Himnaro Cigneta #508

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