7. And can it be

  1. And can it be that I should gain

    An int'rest 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. 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!

  3. 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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