One day upon Golgotha, the victory was won, When God the Father turned His back Upon His only Son; The judgment that belonged to me Fell on His blessed head, When rightfully on Judgment Day had fell on me instead.
I am just a beggar, a sinner saved by Grace, No merit of any kind, but my Lord took my place; He’s all I have, and all I need throughout eternity, And I am just a beggar, a sinner saved by Grace.
One day the Lord convinced me that I was lost and vile, I hated Him by nature; my soul was so defiled. I begged for mercy at His feet, and there I took my place And kept right on a-begging, ‘Till He saved me by His grace.’
You wonder why I’m a beggar? I’ll tell you the reason why: It was my sin that wounded Christ, why He was crucified, His hands, His feet, His blessed side, I spit upon His face — That’s why I’m just a beggar, I don’t deserve His grace.
One day my Lord is coming, He’s coming for His bride. I know I don’t deserve it, but I’ll be there by His side, Then I can really love Him, and thank Him face to face For letting me be a beggar, a sinner saved by grace.