1 Raise glad the song! for we can tell
How sov'reign grace dissolved the spell
That kept us bound in chains;
And from that dear and happy day,
How oft constrained by grace to say
That Grace triumphant reigns!

2 Yes, tho' we've strayed like saints of old,
Grace has restored us to the fold,
As captives in its chains:
Thus, saved by grace, we'd gladly sing,
Till all the earth and heavens ring
With Grace triumphant reigns!

3 Grace still--till all redeemed by blood
Are taught to know themselves and God--
Its empire shall maintain;
To spoil the mighty of the prey,
To set the captive exile free,
Shall Grace triumphant reign.

4 Then called to meet the Church's Head,
The Saviour's grace shall banish dread,
His love our souls sustain;
And as we rise to endless day,
We'll raise the voice and boldly say,
Grace doth triumphant reign.