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.:/