Wesley Corpus

Free Grace Source: Hymns and Sacred Poems (1739), Part II Author: Charles Wesley (attributed) --- 1 And can it be, that I should gain An int’rest in the Saviour’s blood! Dy’d he for me?--Who caus’d his pain! For me?--Who him to death pursu’d. Amazing love! How can it be That thou, my God, shouldst die for me? 2 ’Tis myst’ry all! Th’ 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 enquire no more. 3 He left his Father’s throne above, (So free, so infinite his grace!) Empty’d 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 diffus’d a quick’ning ray; I woke; the dungeon flam’d with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and follow’d thee. 5 Still the small inward voice I hear, That whispers all my sins forgiv’n; Still the atoning41 blood is near, That quench’d the wrath of hostile heav’n: I feel the life his wounds impart; I feel my Saviour in my heart. 6 No condemnation now I dread, Jesus, and all in him, is mine: 41Ori., “attoning”; corrected in 5th edn. (1756). Alive in him, my living head, And cloath’d in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th’ eternal throne, And claim the crown, thro’ Christ, my own.