1 I was young but I recall,
Singing songs was mother's joy,
As the shadows gathered at the close of day,
And I'd sit upon her knee,
In those days that used to be,
As she sang of God's amazing grace.
Amazing grace how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost but now I'm found,
Was blind but now I see.
2 Mother was so good and kind,
Oft she told me I would find
Not another who would share my griefs and woes.
So I took her at her word,
And sought the blessed Lord,
And today my mother's God is mine.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved,
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.
3 At the closing of life's day,
Christ will be my hope and stay,
I shall meet my blessed mother face to face,
And I'll tell her over there,
In that land so bright and fair,
I am glad I trusted God's amazing grace.
Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come,
'Twas grace that brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.