Eng:296  Chin:234  Kor:234  Span:141  Tag:296  Fra:296  Por:157 

Lyrics:Charles Wesley
Music:Clement C. Scholefield, Thomas Campbell
Meter:8.8.8.8.8.8. with repeat

Hymns using same tune:

#499, #500, #1349

 

Repeat the last two lines of each verse

 

 1  And can it be that I should gain

    An int'rest 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?

 

 2  'Tis mystery all! The 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.

 

 3  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  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.

 

 5  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.