And Can It Be

1. And can it be that I should gain An in- terest in the Sa- vior's blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pur- sued? A- ma- zing love! How can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

2. 'Tis mys- tery all: th'Im- mor- tal dies: Who can ex- plore His strange de- sign? In vain the first- born ser- aph tries To sound the depths of love di- vine. 'Tis mer- cy all! Let earth a- dore, Let an- gel minds in- quire no more.

3. He left His Fa- ther's throne a- bove So free, so in- fi- nite His grace? Emp- tied Him- self of all but love, And bled for A- dam's help- less race: 'Tis mer- cy all, im- mense and free, For O my God, it found out me!

4. Long my im- pris- oned spir- it lay, Fast bound in sin and na- ture's night; Thine eye diff- used a quick'- ning ray? I woke, the dun- geon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and fol- lowed Thee.

5. Still the small in- ward voice I hear, That whis- pers all my sins for- giv'n; Still the a- ton- ing blood is near, That quenched the wrath of hos- tile Heav'n. I feel the life His wounds im- part; I feel the Sa- vior in my heart.