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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.
3
He left His Father’s throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace,
And shed His precious blood, in love
For sinners of our guilty race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me!
4
No condemnation now I dread;
If Christ, and all in Him, is mine,
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I’d approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
