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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
bove
hear,
lay,
dies:
gain
the
my
left
mys
can
'Tis
1.
And
2.
5.
Still
4.
Long
3.
He
in
pris
Fa
all:
be
His
small
im
tery
it
His
de
ior's
ture's
for
my
and
fi
His
the
sins
na
nite
strange
Sav
giv'n;
night;
grace!
sign?
blood?
That
Fast
So
Who
An
plore
in
in
in
so
ex
pers
all
sin
in
can
free,
whis
bound
terest
near,
ray,
love,
tries
pain?
To
That
I
And
For
is
'ning
but
aph
His
woke,
bled
sound
me,
quenched
the
eye
tied
vain
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a
dif
Him
the
for
Still
Thine
Emp
In
Died
a
of
born
who
ing
blood
quick
all
ser
caused
me,
first
self
fused
ton
the
fell
cy
cy
ing
I
My
'Tis
'Tis
A
feel
chains
mer
mer
maz
life
off,
all,
all!
love!
wrath
dun
Ad
depths
Him
geon
am's
to
the
the
for
the
who
of
with
tile
less
di
pur
of
Heav'n.
light;
race:
vine.
sued?
hos
flamed
help
love
death
shouldst
in
it
and
ior
in
fol
found
quire
die
my
gel
my
went
the
Sav
forth,
God,
minds
God,
more.
me?
me!
Thee.
heart.
lowed
for
no
out
my
it
a
and
was
im
How
can
earth
mense
heart
wounds
His
my
im
Let
Thou,
an
O
rose,
feel
I
I
part;
free,
free,
dore,
be,
Let
For
That
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
YOAKLEY 8.8.8.8.8.8
William
Yoakley,
1853
And Can It Be That I Should Gain?
plore
in
so
sin
all
in
pers
in
Sav
strange
nite
na
sins
the
His
fi
and
my
An
Who
So
Fast
That
terest
ex
in
can
free,
bound
whis
for
ior's
de
His
ture's
blood?
sign?
grace!
night;
giv'n;
small
it
tery
His
im
can
mys
left
my
the
pris
be
all:
Fa
in
5.
And
1.
'Tis
2.
He
3.
Long
4.
Still
should
tal
a
it
I
gain
dies:
bove
lay,
hear,
th'Im
that
ther's
oned
ward
voice
I
throne
spir
mor
is
'ning
but
aph
His
ing
a
of
born
who
blood
quick
all
ser
caused
love,
near,
ray,
tries
pain?
the
eye
tied
vain
He
Still
Thine
Emp
In
Died
ton
fused
self
first
me,
Him
a
dif
the
for
the
feel
chains
mer
mer
maz
cy
ing
cy
fell
Heav'n.
light;
race:
vine.
sued?
I
My
'Tis
'Tis
A
all,
life
off,
all!
love!
me,
quenched
woke,
bled
sound
And
That
I
To
For
hos
flamed
help
love
death
of
geon
am's
of
who
tile
with
less
di
pur
to
wrath
Ad
depths
Him
dun
the
the
for
the
shouldst
in
it
and
ior
in
fol
found
quire
die
my
gel
my
went
the
Sav
forth,
God,
minds
God,
more.
me?
me!
Thee.
heart.
lowed
for
no
out
my
it
a
and
was
im
How
can
earth
mense
heart
wounds
His
my
im
Let
Thou,
an
O
rose,
feel
I
I
part;
free,
free,
dore,
be,
Let
For
That
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
YOAKLEY 8.8.8.8.8.8
William
Yoakley,
1853
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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