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| − | '''Songwriter:''' Lee Hodridge
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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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| − | T'was 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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| − | We have already come.
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| − | T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far
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| − | And Grace will lead us home.
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| − | The Lord has promised good to me
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| − | His word my hope secures.
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| − | He will my shield and portion be
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| − | As long as life endures.
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| − | When we've been here 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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| − | Then when we've 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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| − | == A Grazing Mace ==
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| − | ''verses 1-5 by Skald-Brandr Toralfsson''<br>
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| − | ''verse 6 is the original anonymous creation''<br>
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| − | ''verse 7 from the HOPSFA Hymnal 3rd Edition''
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| − | A grazing mace, how sweet the sound,
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| − | that felled my foe for me
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| − | I bashed his head, he struck the ground,
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| − | and thus came victory
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| − | My mace has taught my foes to fear,
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| − | that mace my fear relieved
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| − | How precious did my mace appear,
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| − | when I my mace received
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| − | Through many tourneys wars and fairs,
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| − | I have already come
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| − | My mace has brought me safe thus far,
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| − | my mace will bring me home
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| − | The King has promised good to me,
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| − | his word my hope secures
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| − | I will his shield and weapon be,
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| − | when he gives me my spurs
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| − | And when my mace my foeman nails,
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| − | that mortal strife shall cease
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| − | And we'll possess within our pale,
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| − | a life of joy and peace
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| − | A grazing mace, how sweet the sound
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| − | that flattened a wretch like thee!
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| − | Whose head is flat, that once was round;
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| − | done in by my mace....and me!
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| − | A grazing mace, how sweet the sound
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| − | that smites a foe like thee
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| − | You're left there lying on the ground,
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| − | you've left the field to me!
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| − | '''by:''' Jenna of Southwind
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| − | A Grazing Mace, how sweet the blow
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| − | That killed a wretch like me.
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| − | I once was up, but now I’m down.
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| − | A Grazing Mace killed me.
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| − | My knight has promised help for me
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| − | He’ll save my ass for sure.
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| − | He will my shieldwall anchor be
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| − | As long as life endure.
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| − | That mace has taught my heart to fear
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| − | No shield my fear relieves
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| − | How swiftly did that Mace appear
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| − | The hour it first killed me.
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| − | Through many fighters, knights and earls
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| − | I had already come.
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| − | My knight had kept me safe thus far
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| − | But Mace did send me home.
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| − | That mace has slain ten thousand foes
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| − | All sweating in the sun.
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| − | I’d no more grace to duck that mace
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| − | I was ten thousand one.
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| − | <noinclude>
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| − | [[Kategorie:Lieder]]
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| − | [[Kategorie:Theostelos]]
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| − | </noinclude>
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