Grace and Justice were their names,
Different as the night and day.
Never once could those two meet, it could not be.
Justice met the laws demands;
Grace reached out a loving hand,
And through the years they seemed to be two enemies.
Would Grace and Justice ever meet?
Would they ever both agree?
Would there ever be a time,
Both were satisfied?
One day 'neath the rugged cross,
Justice seemed quite at a loss.
"The wage of sin is death," he said,
Behold the dead.
Grace was there she bowed her head,
Saw the empty tomb and said,
"The gift of God is eternal life
Behold the Life".
So Grace and Justice met that day,
kneeling there beneath the stains.
Oh though blessed hallowed place;
Justice met Grace.
Yes, Grace and Justice met that day!
Satisfied they went their ways.
Oh thou blessed hallowed place;
Justice Met Grace.