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.Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed. When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing His praise Than when we'd first begun. |
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Song By : Norman Bragg |
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Web Page By: Linda L. Bragg |
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