Grace Greater
“Marvelous grace of our loving Lord,
grace that exceeds our sin and our guilt!
Yonder on Calvary’s mount outpoured,
there where the blood of the Lamb was spilt.
Sin and despair, like the sea waves cold,
threaten the soul with infinite loss;
grace that is greater, yes, grace untold,
points to the refuge, the mighty cross.
Dark is the stain that we cannot hide.
What can avail to wash it away?
Look! There is flowing a crimson tide,
brighter than snow you may be today.
Marvelous, infinite, matchless grace,
freely bestowed on all who believe!
You that are longing to see his face,
will you this moment his grace receive?
Chorus
Grace, grace, God’s grace,
grace that will pardon and cleanse within;
grace, grace, God’s grace,
grace that is greater than all our sin!”
Blustering wind ushered me into that historic church basement. I welcomed the radiator heat. It was a pastor’s meeting. I love pastors.
Hand shakes and hugs, connections made and stories exchanged—new friends and old—our meeting began as most do: a welcome, a prayer, and a song.
The worship leader with earnest voice and acoustic guitar began singing Grace Greater Than Our Sin—a familiar hymn. First verse and chorus I sang enthusiasm. But then, a new to me second verse. Knowing the tune, I began singing it.
“Sin and despair like sea waves cold, threaten the soul with infinite loss…” Until I couldn’t.
My tongue froze. My mind raced. Sometimes its sin; my circumstances being the object of my own rebellion. Sometimes its choice; causing concern in retrospect. Sometimes its happenstance; the unkindness of our fallen world.
“Grace that is great, yes, grace untold. Points to the refuge, the mighty cross,” that verse concludes.
As the chorus returned, I still couldn’t sing. Grace. In the cross. Our refuge. My refuge. No matter my sin. No matter my rebellion. No matter my circumstances. “Grace, grace, God’s grace!” Others sang on. I remained silent. Reveling in great grace.