Amazing Grace

They were meaningful words The ones I read in the small churchyard in Olney, England Where the composer of this great hymn of faith was laid to rest Inside the church, his pulpit Outside on his stone, this inscription "John Newton, clerk, once an infidel and libertine, a servant of slaves in Africa Was by the rich mercy of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ Preserved, restored, pardoned And appointed to preach the faith he had long labored to destroy" Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I'm found Was blind but now I see 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear And grace, my fear relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed Through many dangers, toils, and snares I have already come 'Tis grace, has brought us safe thus far And grace will lead me home When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun (the sun) We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun Amazing grace, how sweet the sound