Lyrics Matchless Grace - David Phelps

Matchless Grace

Oh, the matchless grace of Jesus,
That he knows my secret thoughts.
Yet in mercy offers pardon
For crimes my own hands have robbed.
Matchless grace none can’t compare.
May this be the crown I wear.
Blessed assurance on my face,
Evidence of matchless grace.
Oh, the matchless grace of Jesus.
How can he forgive my past.
Breaking chains of sins' transgressions,
Praise His Name, I’m free at last.
O, the matchless grace of Jesus.
Evening death. I’m not alone
Crossing Jordan, hear him saying,
«Well done, my child, welcome home.»