> Amazing grace! How sweet the sound,
> That saved a wretch like me!
> I once was lost but now I am found
> Was blind, but now I see.
>
> 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
> And grace my fears relieved;
> How precious did that grace appear
> The hour I first believed!
>
> Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
> We have already come;
> 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
> And grace will lead me home.
>
> The Lord has promised good to me,
> His word my hope secures;
> He will my shield and portion be
> As long as life endures.
>
> Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
> And mortal life shall cease,
> I shall possess, within the veil,
> A life of joy and peace.
>
> The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
> The sun forbear to shine;
> But God, who called me here below,
> Will be forever mine.
>
> When we've been there ten thousand years,

> Amazing grace! How sweet the sound,
> That saved a wretch like me!
> I once was lost but now I am found
> Was blind, but now I see.
>
> 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
> And grace my fears relieved;
> How precious did that grace appear
> The hour I first believed!
>
> Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
> We have already come;
> 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
> And grace will lead me home.
>
> The Lord has promised good to me,
> His word my hope secures;
> He will my shield and portion be
> As long as life endures.
>
> Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
> And mortal life shall cease,
> I shall possess, within the veil,
> A life of joy and peace.
>
> The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
> The sun forbear to shine;
> But God, who called me here below,
> Will be forever mine.
>
> When we've been there ten thousand years,
> Bright shining as the sun,
> We've no less days to sing God's praise
> Than when we'd first begun.
>
> О, благодать, спасён тобой
> Я из пучины бед;
> Был мёртв и чудом стал живой,
> Был слеп и вижу свет.
>
> Сперва внушила сердцу страх,
> Затем — дала покой.
> Я скорбь души излил в слезах,
> Твой мир течёт рекой.
>
> Прошёл немало я скорбей,
> Невзгод и чёрных дней,
> Но ты всегда была со мной,
> Ведёшь меня домой.
>
> Словам Господним верю я,
> Моя вся крепость в них:
> Он — верный щит, Он — часть моя
> Во всех путях моих.
>
> Когда же плоть моя умрёт,
> Придёт борьбе конец,
> Меня в небесном доме ждёт
> И радость, и венец.
>
> Земля истает словно снег,
> Иссякнет солнца свет,
> Тобой призвавшим меня здесь,
> Навеки я согрет.
>
> Пройдут десятки тысяч лет,
> Забудем смерти тень,
> А Богу так же будем петь,

> Вот английский перевод с языка народа чероки…
> Oh Great Spirit,
> Whose voice I hear in the winds,
> And whose breath gives life to all the world,
> hear me!
> I am small and weak,
> I need your strength and wisdom.
> Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes
> ever behold the red and purple sunset.
> Make my hands respect the things you have made
> and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
> Make me wise so that I may understand the
> things you have taught my people.
> Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
> in every leaf and rock.
> I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
> but to fight my greatest enemy — myself.
> Make me always ready to come to you with
> clean hands and straight eyes.
> So when life fades, as the fading sunset