Pristine Grace

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
The Stanza You Won't Hear in Most Churches
by Robert Robinson

Oh that day when freed from sinning 

I shall see Thy lovely face 

Full arrayed in blood-washed linen 

How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace 

Come, my Lord, no longer tarry

Bring Thy promises to pass 

For I know Thy pow’r will keep me 

Till I’m home with Thee at last