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And Can It Be

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And can it be that I should gain

An interest in the Savior’s blood?

Died He for me, who caused His pain—

For me, who Him to death pursued?

/:Amazing love! How can it be,

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?:/



’Tis mystery all: the Immortal dies:

Who can explore His strange design?

In vain the firstborn seraph tries

To sound the depths of love divine.

/:’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,

Let angel minds inquire no more.:/



He left His Father’s throne above

So free, so infinite His grace—

Emptied Himself of all but love,

And bled for Adam’s helpless race:

/:’Tis mercy all, immense and free,

For O my God, it found out me!:/



Long my imprisoned spirit lay,

Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;

Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—

I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;

/:My chains fell off, my heart was free,

I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.:/



Still the small inward voice I hear,

That whispers all my sins forgiven;

Still the atoning blood is near,

That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.

/:I feel the life His wounds impart;

I feel the Savior in my heart.:/



No condemnation now I dread;

Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;

Alive in Him, my living Head,

And clothed in righteousness divine,

/:Bold I approach th’eternal throne,

And claim the crown, through Christ my own.:/