The Voice of Free Grace Cries

The voice of free grace cries

Escape to the mount­ain;

For Ad­am’s lost race

Christ hath op­ened a fount­ain:

For sin and un­clean­ness

And ev­ery trans­gress­ion

His blood flows most free­ly

In streams of sal­va­tion

His blood flows most free­ly

In streams of sal­va­tion.

Hallelujah to the Lamb

Who has pur­chased our par­don!

We will praise Him again

When we pass ov­er Jor­dan

We will praise Him again

When we pass ov­er Jor­dan.

Now glo­ry to God

In the high­est is giv­en;

Now glo­ry to God

Is re-ech­oed in Heav­en;

Around the whole earth

Let us tell the glad sto­ry

And sing of His love

His sal­va­tion and glo­ry

And sing of His love

His sal­va­tion and glo­ry.

O Je­sus

ride on—

Thy king­dom is glo­ri­ous;

O’er sin

death and hell

Thou wilt make us vic­tor­ious:

Thy name shall be praised

In the great con­gre­ga­tion

And saints shall as­cribe

Unto Thee their sal­va­tion

And saints shall as­cribe

Unto Thee their sal­va­tion.

When on Zi­on we stand

Having gained the blest shore

With our harps in our hands

We will praise ev­er­more;

We’ll range the blest fields

On the banks of the riv­er

And sing of re­demp­tion

Forever and ev­er

And sing of redemp­tion

Forever and ev­er.