1. And can it be that I should gain
an int’rest 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?

2. ’Tis myst’ry 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.
Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

3. 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?

4. 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?

5. 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.
Amazing love! How can it be
that thou, my God, shouldst die for me?