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AmThere was a cCross on CDalvary's Fhill Where theAmy crucifiCed God's SEon. It's Ambeen the salvaCtion of maDny a poor sFoul, And LAmord, I kEnow I'm oAmne. E
AmAmazing GraceC how sweeDt the souFnd, That saveAmd a wretcCh like me.E I oncAme was lost butC now I'm fDound, F Was bAmlind butE now I seAme. E
AmT'was grace tChat taughDt my hearFt to fear, And graceAm, my fearCs relievedE. How pAmrecious did thCat grace aDppear, F The hAmour I fiErst belieAmved. E
AmThrough many Cdangers, Dtoils andF snares, I have alAmready comCe. E 'Tis Amgrace has brouCght me safDe this far,F And gAmrace wilEl lead meAm home. E
AmWhen we've beCen there Dten thousFand years, Bright shAmining as Cthe sun. E We'veAm no less days Cto sing GoDd's praise,F Than Amwhen we Efirst begAmun. E