Hymn written by Charles Wesley |
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And can it be that I should have
An interest in the Saviour's blood?
Died He a wretch like me to save,
For me, who Him to death persued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me?
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'Tis mystery all! th' Immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the first born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love Divine!
'Tis mercy all! let earth adore!
Let angels' minds inquire no more.
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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!
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Still the small inward voice I hear
That whispers all my sins forgiven,
Still th' atoning blood is near
That quenched the flaming wrath of heaven;
I feel the life His wounds impart,
I feel my Saviour 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 the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ, my own.
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