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And can it be that I should gain |
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An interest in the Savior’s blood? |
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Died He for me, who caused His pain— |
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For me, who Him to death pursued? |
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Amazing love! How can it be, |
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That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? |
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Amazing love! How can it be, |
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That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me? |
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’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies: |
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Who can explore His strange design? |
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In vain the firstborn seraph tries |
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To sound the depths of love divine. |
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’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore, |
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Let angel minds inquire no more. |
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’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; |
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Let angel minds inquire no more. |
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He left His Father’s throne above |
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So free, so infinite His grace— |
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Emptied Himself of all but love, |
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And bled for Adam’s helpless race: |
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’Tis mercy all, immense and free, |
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For O my God, it found out me! |
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’Tis mercy all, immense and free, |
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For O my God, it found out me! |
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Long my imprisoned spirit lay, |
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Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; |
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Thine eye diffused a quickening ray— |
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I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; |
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My chains fell off, my heart was free, |
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I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. |
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My chains fell off, my heart was free, |
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I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. |
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Still the small inward voice I hear, |
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That whispers all my sins forgiven; |
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Still the atoning blood is near, |
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That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven. |
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I feel the life His wounds impart; |
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I feel the Savior in my heart. |
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I feel the life His wounds impart; |
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I feel the Savior in my heart. |
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No condemnation now I dread; |
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Jesus, and all in Him, is mine; |
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Alive in Him, my living Head, |
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And clothed in righteousness divine, |
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Bold I approach th’eternal throne, |
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And claim the crown, through Christ my own. |
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Bold I approach th’eternal throne, |
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And claim the crown, through Christ my own. |