Amazing Grace

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) That sav'd a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.

A slave to sin my heart I sold And bound my will in chains; But red with blood was all my gold And foul with filthy stains.

A tempest wild swept o'er my barque With billows mountain-high; The troughs were deep as hell and dark And far from port was I.

Then from the hold did Christ arise And bade the winds be still; He touch'd and heal'd my blinded eyes And free'd my captive will.

Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come; 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

The earth may soon dissolve like snow, The sun refuse to shine, But God, who call'd me here below Will be forever mine.

—Stanzas 1, 5, 6 by John Newton; stanzas 2-4 by Faith Bowman