His Grace Aboundeth More

O what a won­der­ful Sav­ior

In Je­sus

my Lord

I have found!

Tho’ 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.

Nothing of mer­it pos­sess­ing

All help­less before Him I lay;

But

in the pre­cious blood flow­ing

He washed all my sin-stains away.

How can I keep from re­joic­ing?

I’ll sing of the joy in my soul

Praising the love of my Sav­ior

While years of eter­ni­ty roll.