| 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.» |