Sabbath Psalm (Revision of Charles Wesley’s hymn ‘And Can it Be’)
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 you, my God, would die for me?
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!
This Mercy great—immense and free,
I found—oh how it found out me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Your eye diffused a sudden ray:
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light!
My chains fell off—I walked anew;
I rose, went forth, and followed You.
Still that small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins are gone;
Still that atoning hands draws near,
And leads my soul in triumph’s song!
I’ll live the Life His wounds impart;
And feel the Savior hold my heart.
I’ll speak the Truth His voice pronounced.
And walk His Way—the world renounced.