And Can it Be?
Words: Charles Wesley HYMNS OF
WESLEY
Music:
"Sagina" by Thomas Campbell
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?
Amazing
love! How can it be,
That Thou,
my God, shouldst die for me?
'Tis mystery
all: th'Immortal dies:
Who can
explore His strange design?
In vain the
firstborn seraph tries
To sound the
depths of love divine.
'Tis mercy
all! Let earth adore,
Let angel
minds inquire no more.
'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!
'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.
My chains
fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went
forth, and followed Thee.
Still the
small inward voice I hear,
That
whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the
atoning blood is near,
That
quenched the wrath of hostile heaven.
I feel the
life His wounds impart;
I feel the
Savior in my heart.
I feel the
life His wounds impart;
I feel the
Savior in my heart.
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 th'eternal throne,
And claim
the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I
approach th'eternal throne,
And claim
the crown, through Christ my own.