And Can It Be?


And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour’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!

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;
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.

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.

Words: Charles Wesley (1707-1788)
Music: T. Campbell (1825)