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American Ballads and Folk Songs
I once was lost, but now am found} Was blind, but now I see.
Oh, you must be a lover of the Lord, Oh, you must be a lover of the Lord, Oh, you must be a lover of the Lord, Or you can't go to heav'n when you die.
Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace that brought me safe this far, And grace will lead me home.
3Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed!