And Can It Be

And can it be that I should gain An int'rest in the Savior's blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued? 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 spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed 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, a And clothed in righteousness divine Bold I approach the eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ, my own. Words: Charles Wesley Music: Thomas Campbell