Long my imprisoned spirit lay fast
Bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray;
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off my heart was free;
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
Amazing love! How can it be
That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
-And Can It Be That I Should Gain, Charles Wesley, 1738