And can it be that I should gain
An in-terest in the Sa-vior's blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pur-sued?
A-maz-ing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
A-maz-ing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me!
He left His Fa-ther's throne a-bove,
So free, so in-fin-ite His grace!
Emp-tied Him-self of all but love,
And bled for all His cho-sen race!
'Tis mer-cy all, im-mense and free,
For, O my God, it found out me.
A-maz-ing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me!
Long my im-pris-oned spi-rit lay
Fast bound in sin and na-ture's night.
Thine eye dif-fused a quick-'ning ray;
I woke-- the dun-geon flamed with light!
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and fol-lowed Thee.
A-maz-ing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me!
No con-dem-na-tion now I dread:
Je-sus, and all in Him, is mine!
A-live in Him, my liv-ing Head,
And clothed in righ-teous-ness di-vine,
Bold I ap-proach th' e-ter-nal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
A-maz-ing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me!