is grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,
This great salvation brings;
The soul, delivered of its load,
In sweetest rapture sings.

Cho.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace,
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace,
'Tis grace, 'tis grace,
Flowing still freely for me.

2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,
Which saves the soul from sin,
The power of rising evil days,
And reigns supreme within.

3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace;
Its streams are full and free;
Are flowing now for all the race,
They even flow to me.

Rev. W. H. Burrell.

201 Seeking for Me. P.M.

_Christ's Atoning Work._

Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name,
Seeking for me, for me.

2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree
Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free;
Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?
Dying for me, for me.

3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,
While I did wander afar from the fold,
Gently and long he hath plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me.

4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high;
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
Oh, I shall see him descending the sky,
Coming for me, for me.

E. E. Hasty

202 The Stranger at the Door. L.M.

_At the Door._ (429)

Behold a stranger at the door,
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.

Cho.--Oh, let the dear Savior come in,
He'll cleanse the heart from sin,
Oh, keep him no more out at the door,
But let the dear Savior come in.

2 Oh, lovely attitude--he stands
With melting heart and loaded hands;
Oh, matchless kindness--and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.

3 But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will--the very friend you need;
The Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he.
With garments died on Calvary.

4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.

5 Admit him, ere his anger burn--
His feet, departed, ne'er return;
Admit him, or the hour's at hand
You'll at his door rejected stand.

Joseph Grigg, 1765.

203 The Stranger at the Door. L.M.

_Why Not Be Saved To-Night?_ (430)

Oh, do not let the word depart,
And close thine eyes against the light;
Poor-sinne