And can it be that I should gain an int'rest in the Saviour's blood?Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him, to death persued?
Amazing love! How can it be that Thou my God, shouldst die for me?
'Tis myst'ry all! Th' 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.
He left His Father's throne above (so free, so infinite His grace!)
Humbled Himself because of love, and bled for all His chosen race:
'Tis mercy all, immense and free; for, O my God, it found out me.
Long my imprisoned spirit lay fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eyes 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.
No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him, is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head, an clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th' eternal throne, and claim the crown, through Christ my own.
~Charles Wesley~
