The gift of God given me,
Salvation, full and free;
A gift of grace, undeserved,
Unearned entirely.
Condemned to die then was I
When in His hand I saw
The nail print there, just for me,
Who broke His moral law.
In a moment, in a word,
I called upon His name,
Believing Him Whom I heard,
Justified I became!
And my sins, though they were great,
Destroying yet my soul;
Jesus’ blood did compensate,
Did make me fully whole!
On the cross He stretched His hand
To rescue and to lift;
Now by faith I understand
The Giver is the gift!
