My soul in mercy to reclaim,
And from the depths of sin and shame
Though grace He lifted me.
From sinking sand He lifted me,
With tender hand He lifted me,
Fron shades of night to plains of light,
O praise His name, He lifted me!
He called me long before I heard.
Before my sinful heart was stirred,
But when I took Him at His word,
Forgiven He lifted me.
His brow was pierced with many a thorn.
His hands by cruel nails were torn,
When from my guilt and grief, forlorn,
In love He lifted me.
Now on a higher plane I dwell,
And with my soul I know 'tis well;
Yet how or why I cannot tell
He should have lifted me.