8. And can it be that I should gain, An interest
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, should’st 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;
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 Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart; I feel the Savior in my heart.
6 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.