O What a Wonderful Saviour
O what a wonderful Saviour, In Jesus my Lord I have found, Though I had sins without number, His grace unto me did abound.
His grace aboundeth more, His grace aboundeth more, Tho' sin abounded in my heart, His grace aboundeth more.
When a poor sinner He found me, No goodness to offer had I; Often His law I had broken, And merited naught but to die.
His grace aboundeth more, His grace aboundeth more, Tho' sin abounded in my heart, His grace aboundeth more.
Nothing of merit possessing, All helpless before Him I lay, But in the precious blood flowing He washed all my sin-stains away.
His grace aboundeth more, His grace aboundeth more, Tho' sin abounded in my heart, His grace aboundeth more.
In Him my gracious Redeemer, My Prophet, my Priest and my King; Mercy I find and forgiveness, My all to His keeping I bring.
His grace aboundeth more, His grace aboundeth more, Tho' sin abounded in my heart, His grace aboundeth more.
How can I keep from rejoicing? I'll sing of the joy in my soul; Praising the love of my Saviour, While years of eternity roll.
His grace aboundeth more, His grace aboundeth more, Tho' sin abounded in my heart, His grace aboundeth more.