And can it be that I should gain
1) And can it be that I should gain
an interest in the Saviour'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) No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in him, is mine!
Alive in him, my living head,
and clothed in righteousness divine,
|: bould I approach th'eternal throne,
and claim the crown, thro' Christ my own. :|