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? |
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’Tis mystery 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. |
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; |
Let angel minds inquire no more. |
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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! |
’Tis mercy all, immense and free, |
For O my God, it found out me! |
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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. |
My chains fell off, my heart was free, |
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. |
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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. |
I feel the life His wounds impart; |
I feel the Savior in my heart. |
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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. |
Bold I approach th’eternal throne, |
And claim the crown, through Christ my own. |