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AND can it be that I should gain
    An int’rest in the Saviour’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  Long my imprisoned spirit lay
    Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,
    I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
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 the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88