By Charles Wesley, Thomas
Campbell
© Public Domain
E B D A
And can it be that I
should gain
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An interest in the
Saviour’s blood
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Died he for me, who
caused His pain
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E B E
For me who Him to death
persued
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Amazing
love, how can it be
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That
you, my God, should die for me
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Amazing
love, how can it be
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That
you, my God, should die for me
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
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
'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.
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