And Can It Be
𝄞: E  🕑: 4/4  CCLI: 25280  🖉 Charles Wesley, Thomas Campbell  © 1738 Public Domain  

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And can it be that I  should gain an in-terest in the Sa-vior's blood?
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Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me who Him to death pursued?
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Amazing love! How can it   be that Thou my God shouldst die for me!

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Amazing love! How can it be,
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That Thou my God   shouldst die  for me!

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He left His Father's throne a- bove, so free so infinite His  grace
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Emptied Himself of all but love, and bled for Adam's helpless race
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'Tis mercy all, immense and  free, for O, my God, it found out me!

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Long my imprisoned spirit lay, fast bound in sin and na-ture's night
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Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray; I woke; the dungeon flamed with light!
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My chains fell off, my heart was  free; I rose, went forth and followed Thee

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No condemnation now I  dread; Jesus and all in Him is   mine!
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Alive in Him, my living Head, and clothed in righteousness di-vine
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Bold I approach the eternal  throne, and claim the crown, through Christ, my own

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'Tis mystery all the Immortal dies; who can ex-plore His strange de-  sign
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In vain the first born seraph tries, to sound the depths of love di-vine
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'Tis mercy all let earth a-   dore, let angels minds inquire no more