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Free Grace. Eph. 1. 7; 2. 5-8; Rom. 5. 20

1 Free grace is the joy of my heart;
  Its glories, with wonder, I trace;
  To me it does freely impart
  Rich blessings, just suiting my case;
  No monster more wretched could be,
  Nor less of God’s favour deserve;
  Yet such is free grace unto me,
  I never, no never can starve.

2 [Grace takes all my ruin and woe,
  Nor murmurs my burdens to bear;
  And grace in return makes me know
  In Jesus I’m comely and fair.
  In self I’m polluted and vile;
  But grace sweetly speaks unto me,
  It tells me, and that with a smile,
  In Jesus I’m perfect and free.]

3 Its blessings, though rich and divine,
  Are all without money and price;
  A soul, though as wretched as mine,
  May venture to hope and rejoice;
  Its highest delight is to give
  True riches to sinners undone;
  Nor can it, nor will it deceive,
  The soul that with Jesus is one.