1 LORD, I will exalt Thy grace, Grace which hath exalted me; Me Thou hast vouchsafed to raise, Sunk in sin and misery; But Thine own Thou wouldst not leave, Wouldst not let ray foes prevail, Me Thou dost the victory give, Victory over earth and hell. 2 Sick of sin, to Thee I cried, Thee, my loving Lord and God! Thou the medicine hast applied, Heal’d me by Thy balmy blood. Thou, omnipotent to save, Hast redeem’d my soul from death, Snatch’d it from the’ infernal grave, Kept it from the