Misc Traditional - And can it be

^GAnd can it be that ^AmI s^Dhould ^Ggain ^CAn i^Dntere^Gst in t^Dhe S^A7avior^D’s blood? ^DDied He for ^G/Dme, ^D7who cau^Gsed His pai^Dn— ^CFor me, ^Gwho Him^G/D to de^D7ath^G pursued? ^GAmazing love! How ^Ccan ^Ait ^Dbe, ^GThat Tho^Cu, my God, ^Dshouldst^G die for me? ^GAmazing ^Dlove! How ^D7can it ^Gbe, ^CThat Tho^G/Bu, my God, ^G/Dshou^D7ldst^G die for me?

^G’Tis mystery all: t^Amh’I^Dmmorta^Gl dies: ^CWho ^Dcan e^Gxplore ^DHis ^A7stran^Dge design? ^DIn vain the ^G/Dfirs^D7tborn s^Geraph tries^{D C}To sound^G the de^G/Dpths o^D7f l^Gove divine. ^G’Tis mercy all! Le^Ct ea^Arth^D adore, ^GLet ange^Cl minds inq^Duire no ^Gmore. ^GAmazing ^Dlove! How ^D7can it ^Gbe, ^CThat Tho^G/Bu, my God, ^G/Dshou^D7ldst^G die for me?

^GHe left His Father’^Ams t^Dhrone ^Gabove ^CSo f^Dree, ^Gso infi^Dnite^A7 His ^Dgrace— ^DEmptied Hims^G/Delf ^D7of all ^Gbut love, ^{D C}And bled^G for Ad^G/Dam’s h^D7elp^Gless race: ^G’Tis mercy all, im^Cmens^Ae a^Dnd free, ^GFor O my^C God, it fo^Dund out ^Gme! ^GAmazing ^Dlove! How ^D7can it ^Gbe, ^CThat Tho^G/Bu, my God, ^G/Dshou^D7ldst^G die for me?

^GLong my imprisoned ^Amspi^Drit la^Gy, ^CFast^D boun^Gd in si^Dn an^A7d nat^Dure’s night; ^DThine eye di^G/Dffus^D7ed a qu^Gickening ra^Dy— ^CI woke, ^Gthe dun^G/Dgeon f^D7lam^Ged with light; ^GMy chains fell off^C, my^A he^Dart was free, ^GI rose, ^Cwent forth,^D and fol^Glowed Thee. ^GAmazing ^Dlove! How ^D7can it ^Gbe, ^CThat Tho^G/Bu, my God, ^G/Dshou^D7ldst^G die for me?

^GStill the small inw^Amard^D voice^G I hear, ^CThat^D whis^Gpers al^Dl my^A7 sins^D forgiven; ^DStill the at^G/Donin^D7g blood^G is near, ^{D C}That que^Gnched t^G/Dhe wra^D7th ^Gof hostile Heaven. ^GI feel the life Hi^Cs wo^Aund^Ds impart; ^GI feel t^Che Savior i^Dn my hea^Grt. ^GAmazing ^Dlove! How ^D7can it ^Gbe, ^CThat Tho^G/Bu, my God, ^G/Dshou^D7ldst^G die for me?

^GNo condemnation now^Am I ^Ddread;^{G C}Jesu^Ds, an^Gd all i^Dn Hi^A7m, is^D mine; ^DAlive in Him^G/D, my^D7 living^G Head, ^{D C}And clot^Ghed in ^G/Drighte^D7ous^Gness divine, ^GBold I approach th^C’ete^Arna^Dl throne, ^GAnd clai^Cm the crown^D, throug^Gh Christ my own. ^GAmazing ^Dlove! How ^D7can it ^Gbe, ^CThat Tho^G/Bu, my God, ^G/Dshou^D7ldst^G die for me?