There Is a Grace In This Land

There is a Grace in this land That comes from One who is close at hand. Not from that which I can do, But, a gift from the One whose voice is my command. I walk through life as though a ghost, Not knowing from one day to the next Just what I am to do, But, guided by One who knows that I am perplexed. Faith and trust is the command, I wait in hope of serving the Man, And then a voice do I hear Go and tell them who I AM. Time and again I asked for His word To let me hear in my time of fear. In the dark I cried out,`Lord I hurt'. Then I heard, `I'm here!'. There is a Grace in this land That comes from One who is close at hand. Not from that which I can do, But,a gift from One whose voice is my command. Times of trouble and hurt I have seen, By my efforts nothing could make me clean. It was the Grace from He above, Who saved this wretch with nothing but His Love. There is a Grace in this land That comes from one who is close at hand. Not from that which I can do, But,from a gift from One whose voice is my command