| F | Bb | F | | Am | azing Grace, how s | weet the s | ound, |
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| C7 | C | | That saved a wretch like | me. | |
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| F | F7 | Bb | F | | I o | nce was l | ost, but n | ow am fo | und, |
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| Dm | C7 | F | C | | Was b | lind, but n | ow I s | ee. | |
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’Twas grace, that taught my heart to fear, |
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And grace my fears relieved. |
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How precious did that grace appear, |
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The hour I first believed. |
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Through many dangers, toils and snares, |
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’Tis grace hath brought me safe, thus far, |
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And grace will lead me home. |
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When we’ve been there ten thousand years, |
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bright shining as the sun, |
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We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise, |
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Than when we first begun. |
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Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, |
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That saved a wretch like me. |
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I once was lost, but now am found, |
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Was blind, but now I see. |
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