And Can It Be, That I Should Gain

 

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, should die for me?

 

Amazing love! how can it be

that Thou, my God, should die for me!

 

‘Tis mystery all! Th’immortal dies!

Who can explore His strange design?

In vain the firstborn seraph tries

to sound the deapths of love divine!

‘Tis mercy all! let earth adore,

Let angel minds inquire no more.

 

Amazing love! How can it be

that Thou, my God, should die for me!

 

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.

 

Amazing love! How can it be

that Thou, my God, should die for me!

 

Long my imprisoned spirit lay

fast bound in sin and nature’s night;

Thine eye 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.

 

Amazing love! How can it be

that Thou, my God should die for me!

 

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 th’eternal throne,

and claim the crown, through Christ my own.

 

Amazing love! How can it be

that Thou, my God should die for me!

-Charles Wesley