1. 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?
2. 'Tis mystery all: th'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.
3. 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!
4. Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray? I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
5. Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiv'n; Still the atoning blood is near, That quenched the wrath of hostile Heav'n. I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart.
6. 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.
Words: Charles Wesley, 1738.
Music: 'Fillmore' Jeremiah Ingalls (1764-1828).
Setting: "The Methodist Hymnal", 1905.
copyright: public domain. This score is a part of the Open Hymnal Project, 2010 Revision.
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