In His grip of Grace I rest,
Trusting not my righteousness,
He has heard my heart's request,
So, in His grip of grace I rest.
I stood seperated from the King,
With nothing in my hands,
The bridge that led up to His throne,
Had been broken by my sins,
Before I even asked,
His mercy was extended,
Because of Calvary's sacrifice,
The broken bridge was mended.
In His grip of grace I rest,
Trusting not my righteousness,
He has heard my heart's request,
So, in His grip of grace I rest.
Undeserving of his favor,
Yet in His favor live,
Shackled by my sin and shame,
Yet freedom Jesus gives,
Blinded by this world's delights,
But now I plainly see,
Lacking strength to hold to Him,
He is holding me.
So, in His grip of grace I rest,
Trusting not my righteousness,
He has heard my heart's request,
In His grip of grace I rest.
Yes, in His grip of grace I rest,
I'm trusting not my righteousness,
He has heard my heart's request,
In His grip of grace I rest.
He has heard my heart's request,
In His grip of grace I rest.