Grace
Blood stained all around With hands in sins so sound He stretched out his arms Despite all, Grace speaks no harms The lad overworked day and night Ploughed all vineyard with might But He overlooked the labour Carried his load with favour Unworthy to be crown A heir for the town Father never looked down With Grace , him he pronounced. Now he walks in his court As his father's son in short Majestically he calls out to him With Grace God answers me .