And Can It Be that I Should Gain

And can it be that I should gain

An interest in the Savior’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?

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
 
’Tis mystery all! The 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.

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
 
He left His Father’s throne above—

So free, so infinite His grace—

Humbled Himself, so great His love,

And bled for all His chosen race.

’Tis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me!

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
 
Long my imprisoned 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 followed Thee.

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
 
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.

Amazing love! How can it be

That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

It was hard to find a good recording, one that was not effeminate, solo, or elegant. I like the one from St. Mary's, Ealing, London.