1 And can it be that I should gain
An int'rest in the Savior's blood?
Died he for me, who caus'd his pain?
For me, who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me?

2 'Tis myst'ry 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 angel minds inquire no more.

3 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 oh, my God, it found out me!

4 No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, with all in him, is mine;
Alive in him, my living head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th' eternal throne
And claim the crown thro' Christ my own.