Don Fortner


(Tune: When I Survey #118 LM)


When Christ the righteous Judge shall come

        To bring His ransomed people home,

        Shall I among the chosen stand

        Blameless and pure at His right hand?



Though I’m the vilest of them all,

       When to the judgment bar I’m called,

       I hope by grace to yet be found

       Hiding in my Redeemer’s wounds.



My only plea before my God

       Is Jesus’ sin-atoning blood.

       My merit is His righteousness.

       My hope is free and sovereign grace!



Oh, let me never fall away

       From this sweet hope of grace I pray.

       Lord, keep me from that deadly fall

       Which brings men back under the law.



As I began this walk of faith,

       So let me walk until my death:

       A sinner saved by grace alone,

       Trusting what Christ for me has done!



When the archangel’s trump shall blast,

       And God says to me, “Well done,” at last,

       Before my Savior’s beaming face,

        I’ll sing and shout, “FREE GRACE! FREE GRACE!”