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And Can It Be
FAnd can it Dmbe that FI Gshould Fgain An iFnterest Fin the GSaviDor’Gs blood? GDied He for Fme, who Dmcaused His Gpain— For Fme, who FHim to Dmdeath GpursFued? FAmazing Dmlove! How Fcan Dmit Gbe, FThat Thou, my FGod, shouldst Gdie for Fme? FAmazing Glove! How can it Fbe, That FThou, my FGod, shouldst die Gfor Fme?
’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies: Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more. ’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore; Let angel minds inquire no more. 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! ’Tis mercy all, immense and free, 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. My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. 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 th’eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. Bold I approach th’eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. http://guitarchordsforhymns.wordpress.com/2008/10/14/and-can-it-be/