1
And can it be, that I should gain
An interest in the 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?
2
’Tis mystery all! The-Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the first-born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
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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!
4
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.