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?
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!
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:
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;
5 No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine!
And clothed in righteousness Divine,