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{title:Amazing Grace}
{st:John Newton}
Am[D]azing Grace, how s[G]weet the s[D]ound,
That saved a wretch l[A7]ike me.
I o[D]nce was l[D7]ost, but n[G]ow am fo[D]und,
Was b[Bm]lind, but n[A7]ow I s[D]ee.
`Twas grace, that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come.
`Tis grace hath brought me safe, thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
When we`ve been there ten thousand years,
bright shining as the sun,
We`ve no less days to sing God`s praise,
Than when we first begun.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
by Steve Putz
7 September 1992