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And Can It Be That I Should Gain?

FILLMORE · 8.8.8.8.8.8 · words Charles Wesley · music Jeremiah Ingalls

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And Can It Be That I Should Gain? I it a tal should ward oned ther's th'Im that voice spir throne mor I hear, lay, bove dies: gain the my left mys can 4. 5. Still Long 3. He 2. 'Tis 1. And small im His tery it Fa in pris all: be sign? ior's de blood? His for ture's my and fi His the sins na nite strange Sav giv'n; night; grace! in can That Fast So Who An whis bound free, all so sin pers in ex terest in plore in His is 'ning but aph ing a of born who blood quick all ser caused near, ray, love, tries pain? vain He tied Still Thine Emp In the eye Died ton fused self first me, a dif Him the for tile with less di pur Heav'n. light; race: vine. sued? death of geon am's of to hos flamed help love quenched woke, bled sound me, That I And To For wrath Ad the the for the who dun depths Him im was and a it His my im Let How wounds heart mense earth can part; free, free, dore, be, I My 'Tis 'Tis feel chains mer mer maz A the fell cy cy ing all, life off, all! love! no out for me? my lowed ior and it in shouldst me! in fol found quire die heart. Thee. more. rose, O an Thou, feel I I For Let That the went my gel my Sav forth, God, minds God, 6. 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 th'eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. Charles Wesley, 1738 FILLMORE 8.8.8.8.8.8 Jeremiah Ingalls

1.And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior'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?

2.'Tis mystery all: th'Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn 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 O my God, it found out me!

4.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.

5.Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiv'n;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heav'n.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

6.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 th'eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

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