I could not earn the favour of the King,
Nor wash away the stains of secret shame;
Yet to my broken soul, the angels sing,
As mercy calls me softly by my name.
Yet to my broken soul, the angels sing,
As mercy calls me softly by my name.
No debt remains, for Jesus paid the cost,
A gift poured out, unmeasured and profound;
He sought the weary, blind, and deeply lost,
And in His saving grip, my heart is found.
A gift poured out, unmeasured and profound;
He sought the weary, blind, and deeply lost,
And in His saving grip, my heart is found.
This wondrous grace is anchor to my days,
It lifts me up when strength begins to fail;
It turns my heavy sigh to songs of praise,
And walks beside me through the darkest vale.
It lifts me up when strength begins to fail;
It turns my heavy sigh to songs of praise,
And walks beside me through the darkest vale.
Freely redeemed, from legal chains set free,
His boundless grace is everything to me.
His boundless grace is everything to me.
