Brother, let me tell you true
What God’s grace is — just for you:
Not a theory, not a trick,
Not some lesson, dry and thick.
Grace is Jesus — keep it near,
Mark it well and hold it dear.
God so loved us from above,
Poured on us His grace and love,
Sent His Son to us from heaven,
Life abundant He has given.
In the flesh our Lord was born,
Angels sang that holy morn:
“Joy in heaven, peace below!”
In the dark His light aglow.
For our sake His life He gave,
Justified us, came to save,
With His blood He washed us through,
From the law redeemed us too;
Then the Spirit He outpoured,
Gave the kingdom of the Lord:
Peace of heart, the soul at rest —
In us lives the Spirit blest.
He encourages, consoles,
Shows us Christ within our souls.
That is grace, my brother, see:
We receive it — it is free;
Works can never earn the prize,
Only Spirit opens eyes,
So the love of Christ we find —
Grace so beautiful and kind!