And can it be that I should gain
an interest in my Savior's love?
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?
'Tis mystery all! the 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.
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!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay
fast-bound in sin and nature's night.
Mine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke, the dungeon filled with light.
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth and followed Thee.
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 the eternal throne
and claim the crown through Christ, my own.
In order to fully appreciate this beautiful hymn of praise, you have to hear it. (The audio and video are out of sync, but you can still enjoy the gorgeous music.)