Freely Given

Romans 3–8 Ephesians 2:8–10 Galatians 4 Titus 2:11–14 Luke 15 (Prodigal Son) John 15 2 Corinthians 3:18 (“from glory to glory”) Psalm 51 Hebrews 10 Romans 8:15 (“not slave, but son”) I came with hands full of borrowed proof Counting my goodness like coins in a room But every crown I made turned dust in my hand Every ladder I climbed sank into the sand Then mercy came low where my hiding began Not asking for strength I could bring to the Lamb No wage in my pocket, no vow I could pay Only Christ in my place, and a stone rolled away All my striving could not make You love me All my failing could not make You leave You did not wait for the clean and worthy You came for sinners just like me Grace, grace, freely given Not by my works, not by my name Christ has finished what I could not carry Love has called me out of shame Grace, grace, holy kindness Blood-bought mercy, open door I am Yours before I am better And being Yours will make me more All hearts are open beneath Your eyes No secret hidden, no polished disguise You know the hunger under my prayers You know the rot beneath what looks fair So cleanse what I cannot make clean in myself Burn through my idols, my fear, and my help Not to earn welcome, not to be seen But because Love has already welcomed me All my striving could not make You love me All my failing could not make You leave You did not wait for the clean and worthy You came for sinners just like me Grace, grace, freely given Not by my works, not by my name Christ has finished what I could not carry Love has called me out of shame Grace, grace, holy kindness Blood-bought mercy, open door I am Yours before I am better And being Yours will make me more No fear can preach a truer gospel No law can raise these bones to life The hand that pardons also changes The heart You claim becomes like Christ Not slave, but son Not wage, but gift Not shame, but blood Not death, but life Hallelujah, we are hidden in Christ Hallelujah, we are raised into life Hallelujah, grace will teach us to rise From glory to glory, made like Christ So take the love of my rule-making soul Take the pride that wants control Take the fear that calls itself holy Take the mask that stands before Thee Make me poor enough to receive Make me child enough to believe Till every breath and every deed Is fruit from the Root living in me Grace, grace, freely given Not by our works, not by our name Christ has finished what we could not carry Love has called us out of shame Grace, grace, holy kindness Blood-bought mercy, open door We are Yours before we are better And being Yours will make us more You justify You sanctify You hold us fast You make us like Christ No wage, but gift No boast, but Christ No fear, but love From death to life