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And can it be
Charles Wesley
And can it be that I should gain
An interest in my 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?
He left his father's home 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 Oh, my God, it found out me.
'Tis mystery all, the immortal dies,
Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depth of love divine,
'Tis mystery all, let earth adore,
Let angel minds enquire 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.
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.
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