Free Grace! Free Grace! Free Grace!—Don Fortner
(Tune: Higher Ground
#308—LMD)
“Free grace! Free grace! Free grace,” I
sing, and to the God of grace I bring
All praise for grace that saves my soul.
Free grace in Christ I must extol.
Free grace, in God’s electing love, chose
me an heir to heav’n above.
Free grace inscribed my worthless name in
heaven’s book with Christ the Lamb.
Free grace brought Christ down to the
earth, a Sacrifice of matchless worth!
My Substitute, He lived and died; and
through His blood I’m justified!
Free grace in God the Holy Ghost sought me
when I was dead and lost.
‘Twas grace omnipotent and free that gave
eternal life to me.
Free grace preserves and keeps me still.
My Father shall not change His will.
No pow’r can break the Spirit’s seal, or
make Christ’s blood atonement fail.
Free grace alone can dry my tears and take
away my guilty fears.
Free grace keeps Christ before my eyes and
gives a joy that never dies.
Free grace shall death itself defeat and
bring me to my Savior’s feet.
Then, while all hell is looking on, I’ll
shout, “Free grace,” before His throne!
A trophy of free grace alone, to wond’ring
worlds it shall be shown
In me what His free grace has done, when
God has made me like His Son!