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AGmazing G7Grace! (how Csweet the Gsound) That saved a wretch like Dme! I Gonce was G7lost, but Cnow am Gfound, Was Emblind, but Dnow I Gsee.
WGhen peace like a riverC atDtendethG my way, When sEmorrows like Asea billows Droll, WhatGever my lCot, Thou hastA taught me toD say, "It is Gwell, it is wCell wDith Gmy soul."
'Twas Ggrace that G7taught my Cheart to Gfear, And grace my fears reDlieved. How Gprecious G7did that Cgrace aGppear, The Emhour I Dfirst beGlieved.
It iGs well, (It iDs well,) With my sDoul, (With my sGoul,) It is wCell, it is wGell wDith my sGoul.
When Gwe've been G7there ten Cthousand Gyears, Bright shining as the Dsun, We've Gno less G7days to Csing God's Gpraise Than Emwhen we Dfirst beGgun.
ThGough Satan should buffet, thouCgh Dtrials shoGuld come Let this Emblest assAurance conDtrol That ChrGist has regaCrded my hAelpless esDtate And has sGhed His own Cblood fDor my sGoul
It iGs well, (It iDs well,) With my sDoul, (With my sGoul,) It is wCell, it is wGell wDith my sGoul.