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Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav�d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

�Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev�d;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ�d!

Thro� many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
�Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis�d good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call�d me here below,
Will be forever mine.

�Amazing grace, how sweet the sound...� So begins one of the most beloved hymns of all times, a staple in the hymnals of many denominations, New Britain or �45 on the top� in Sacred Harp. The author of the words was John Newton, the self-proclaimed wretch who once was lost but then was found, saved by amazing grace.