1 AND can it be, that I should gain An interest 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 God, shouldst die for me? 2 ’Tis mystery 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!)