Singing Amazing Grace
Tuesday, June 4
Singing Amazing Grace
Come, let us sing to the Lord! Let us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come to him with thanksgiving. Let us sing psalms of praise to hill. Psalm 95:1-2
One of the most beloved 🎵hymns of all time is “Amazing Grace.” Written by John Newton, a former slave trader turned minister, this hymn is a powerful testament to the transforming power of God’s grace. The opening lines, “Amazing grace! How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me,” capture the essence of our faith—a recognition of our brokenness and the boundless grace of God that redeems us.
When we sing “Amazing Grace,” we are reminded of the incredible mercy that God extends to us every day. Oh, how amazing it is knowing that we were once all lost and wretched, only to be found and given a new life.
When we consider the many times in our life when you have experienced God’s grace in a profound way, we’ll lift our hearts and sing. It calls us to remember the times when God’s grace has pulled us through our darkest moments and brought us into the light of His love. Singing this hymn is an act of thanksgiving, acknowledging that our salvation is a gift from the Lord.
How has His grace transformed you? Let “Amazing Grace” be a reminder of His continuous work in your life.
Prayer for today: Gracious God, thank You for Your amazing grace that saves us and sets us free. As we sing this hymn, let us be ever mindful of the depth of Your love and the power of Your redemption. Fill our hearts with gratitude and joy as we lift our voices in praise to You. Amen
🎼 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
‘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
We have already come
‘Twas grace that brought us safe thus far
And grace will lead us 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
Than when we first begun