Come all ye happy race
Who are ransom’d by grace,
By the grace that is free for us all;
Come and hear, come and feel,
While with rapture I tell,
What my Savior hath done for my soul.
I rebell’d against God,
And went on in the road
That leads down to eternal despair;
‘Tis through mercy alone
That I am not undone:
‘Tis amazing I yet am not there.
The good Shepherd shall keep
His once wandering sheep,
Who are brought to his fold will defend;
‘Twas his blood that I cost,
And I shall not be lost
If I hold on my way to the end.