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?
Refrain
2
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!
3
Long
my imprisoned sprit 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.
4
No
condemnation now I dread;
Jesus,
and all in Him, is mine;
Alive
in him, my living Head,
And
clothed in righteousnes divine,
Bold
I approach th' eternal throne,
And
claim the crown, through Christ
my
own.