God’s Abounding Grace

Shifting shadows of the nighttime

Like the clouds up in the shy;

Oh, so swiftly life is passing

Millions not prepared to die!

God’s dear promises abounding

And our doubts will fly away;

If we bow our heads in simple faith,

And knell, and thus we pray:

We thank you Jesus for you blessings

For you death upon the Cross;

Forgive my sins, I trust you fully

And in Him we bear no loss.

On that resurrection morning

When the dead in Christ arise;

And we meet our blessed love one

Way up there in paradise!

O what joy and jubilation

At his feet we humbly bow;

We well praise our Lord forever

In what is called: "The Eternal Now."