198. And Can It Be?

And can it be that I should gain an interest 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, shouldst die for me? Amazing love! How can it be that thou, my God, shouldst 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, shouldst die for me? Long my imprisoned sprit 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. Amazing love! How can it be that thou, my God, shouldst die for me? No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in him, is mine; alive in him, my living Head, and clothed in righteousnes 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, shouldst die for me?