God’s Grace

I am not what I ought to be

The Word of God re­veals;

I am not what I might have been

My heart with­in me feels.

I am not what I’ll sure­ly be

When I be­hold His face

But what I am

I am thro’ Him

And onl­y by His grace.

If there is any good in me

It is not of my own;

If there is any grace it is

The grace of God alone.

My fault is mine

I blame it not

On any­one be­side;

The sin is mine

the grace alone

Is His

the Cru­ci­fied.

I trem­ble when I see my­self

The man I might have been;

I dare not count im­pos­si­ble

The deep­est depths of sin.

The mean­est mortal whom I meet

However how he be

But for the sav­ing grace of God

Might thus have been with me.

I know that God has more for me

Than I have ev­er dreamed

Tho’ I be count­ed least among

The hosts of the re­deemed.

But whe­ther much or lit­tle of

That bless­ed­ness be mine

I dare not count it mer­it­ed

’Tis all of grace di­vine.

God’s grace is all my con­fi­dence

His good­ness all my stay;

I stand up­on His prom­is­es—

He will not say me nay.

I trust no arm of flesh to save

No mer­it of my own

My faith ab­id­eth ev­er in

The grace of God alone.