1
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
2
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
3
Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
4
The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.
5
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
6
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
7
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.
Note:
Originally “O stop and tell me, Red Man” in the Church of Latter Day Saints hymnal.
1
O stop and tell me, Red Man, Who are ye? why you roam? And how you get your living? Have you no God;—no home?
2
With stature straight and portly, And deck’d in native pride, With feathers, paints and broaches, He willingly replied:—
3
“I once was pleasant Ephraim, “When Jacob for me pray’d; “But oh! how blessings vanish, “When man from God has stray’d!
4
“Before your nation knew us, “Some thousand moons ago, “Our fathers fell in darkness, “And wander’d to and fro,
5
“And long they’ve liv’d by hunting, “Instead of work and arts, “And so our race has dwindled “To idle Indian hearts.
6
“Yet hope within us lingers, “As if the Spirit spoke:—‘He’ll come for your redemption, ‘And break your Gentile yoke:
7
‘And all your captive brothers, ‘From every clime shall come, ‘And quit their savage customs, ‘To live with God at home.
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“Then joy will fill our bosoms, “And blessings crown our days, “To live in pure religion, “And sing our maker’s praise.”