No condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus.
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 Lord, shouldst die for me?
2 ’Tis myst’ry all,—the’ Immortal dies
Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the first-born 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 imprison’d 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 follow’d thee.
5 No condemnation now I dread,—
Jesus, with 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
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
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