I’ll sing my Savior’s grace,
And His sweet name I’ll praise,
While in this land of sorrow I remain.
My sorrows soon shall end,
And then my soul ascend,
Where freed from trouble, sorrow, sin and pain.

But oh, and shall I then
Behold the friend of men,
The man who suffered, bled and died for me:
Who bore my load of sin,
And sorrow, grief and pain
To make me happy and to set me free.

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