А - mazing grace, oh, How sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now I'm found;
was blind, but now I see.
When we've been there, ten thousand years,
bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days, to sing Gods praise,
than when, when we first begun.
Too many ages, false and spent,
I have already hung,
This face and flock, He saved us by,
His endless grace will leave me whole.
А - mazing Grace, oh, how sweet the sound,
to save a wreck like me,
Oh I once was lost, but now I'm found,
was blind but now I see
Was blind but now I see.