AND can it be, that I should gain An interest in the Saviour's blood`? Died he...

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?

' Tis mystery all! The Immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design? In vain the first-born 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.

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 the eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own.