In my weak est mo ment, I see (Cm)You

shak ing Your head in dis (Ab)grace.

I can read the dis ap point ment

writ ten all o ver Your face.

Here come those (CN.C.)whis pers in my (Cm7)ear,

say ing, “Who do you think you (Ab)are?

Looks like you’re on your own from here,

’cause grace could nev er reach that far.

But (Ab)in the shad ow of that (Eb)shame, beat down by all the (Cm)blame, I hear You call my (Bb)name, say ing, “It’s not o ver.” And (Ab)my heart starts to beat so (Eb)loud now, drown ing out the (Cm)doubt.

I’m down, but I’m not (Bb)out.

There’s a (Eb)war be tween guilt and grace, and they’re (Ab)fight ing for a sa cred space.

But I’m (Bb)liv ing proof:

grace wins (Ab)ev ’ry time.

(Absus2)No more (Eb)ly ing down in death’s de feat.

Now I’m (Ab)ris ing up in vic to ry, sing ing: (Bb)Hal le lu jah!

Grace wins (Ab)ev ’ry time.

Words can’t de scribe the way it feels

when mer cy floods a thirst y soul,

the broke in side be gins to (Bb)heal

and grace re turns what guilt y stole.

And (Ab)in the shad ow of my (Eb)shame, beat down by all the (Cm)blame, I hear You call my (Bb)name, say ing, “It’s not o ver.” And (Ab)my heart starts to beat so (Eb)loud now, drown ing out the (Cm)doubt.

I’m down, but I’m not (Bb)out.

There’s a

For the (Eb)prod i gal son, grace wins.

For the (Absus2)wom an at the well,

grace wins.

For the (Cm7)blind man and the beg gar, grace wins.

For (Absus2)al ways and for ev er, grace wins.

For the (Eb)lost out on the street, grace wins.

For the (Absus2)worst part of you and me, grace wins.

For the (Cm7)thief on the cross,

grace wins.

For a (Absus2)world that is lost.

There’s a (Eb)war be tween guilt and grace, and they’re (Ab)fight ing for a sa cred space.

But I’m (Bb)liv ing proof:

grace wins (Ab)ev ’ry time.

No (Absus2)more (Eb)ly ing down in death’s de feat.

Now I’m (Ab)ris ing up in vic to ry, sing ing: (Bb)Hal le lu jah!

Grace wins (Ab)ev ’ry time,

ev ’ry time.

Yeah, I’m (Bb)liv ing proof:

(Absus2)grace wins ev ’ry (Eb)time.