December 7
Uncounted years may not suffice
To understand the grace
Which furnished me a sacrifice
To suffer in my place.
Not worlds of wealth or human worth
Could e’er redeem the lost;
The love which brought God’s Son to earth
Alone could meet the cost.
In Him God’s grace and justice meet,
The smitten Rock of God;
I take the living water, sweet,
He takes the smiting rod.
And can I look upon that face,
Still scarred with wounds for me,
And e’er forget that loving grace
Alone has set me free?
Chorus
Grace, wonderful grace,
Providing a pardon for me;
Grace, wonderful grace,
Offered so free on Calvary!
Charles Wesley Fletcher
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