Words: Charles Wesley
Tune: Sagina, by Thomas Campbell
  And  can  it  be, that I should gain
  An   in  - terest in the--e   Sav -ior's  blood?
  Died  he  for me-e, who caused his pain?
  For me,  who   Him   to    death  pur -sued?
  Amazing  love!  ho--ow can   it  be
  That thou,  my  God, shouldst  die  for  me?
 
   Amazing love! how can it be
   That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
 
  He   left his Father's throne a   -  bove,
  So   free, so     in -fi--i - nite his    grace!
  Emptied   him-se-elf of all  but   love,
  And bled  for  A  -  dam's help - less race:
 'Tis   mercy    all,   i---im-mense and free,
  For, O    my    God,    it     found out me!
 
   Amazing love! how can it be
   That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

 

   Long my   im -prisoned spir - it     lay
   Fast bound in     sin a---and na - ture's night;
   Thine eye dif-fu-used a quickening ray,
   I   woke, the  dun - geon  flamed with light;
   My chains fell off,   my--y  heart was free,
   I    rose, went forth,   and   followed  thee.
 
   Amazing love! how can it be
   That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

 

   No   con -dem-nation   now    I      dread,
   Je - sus,  and    all i---in  him, is     mine!
  Alive     in  Hi-im, my living     Head,
  And clothed in right-eous -ness   di - vine,
  Bold   I    ap-proach the-e -ter - nal throne,
  And  claim the  crown, through Christ my own.
 
   Amazing love! how can it be
   That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?