Lord, we confess our many faults,
How great our guilt has been!
Our thoughts were vain and full of pride
And all our lives were sin.
But praise our God, forever praise,
Forever love His name,
Who turns our feet from dangerous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.
He raised us from the depths of sin,
The gates of gaping hell,
And fixed our standing more secure
Than 'twas before we fell.
The arms of everlasting love
Beneath our souls He placed;
And on the Rock of Ages set
Our slippery footsteps fast.
It's all of grace, by Your sov'reign hand,
Through His death which long before was planned
That we can come before Your throne
And in Your presence stand,
It's all of Grace.
