Telephone Line to Heaven

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 depth 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!)

Emptied Himself of all but love,

And bled for Adam's helpless race;

'Tis mercy all, immense and free,

For, O my God, it found out me!

 

4) Long my imprisoned spirit lay

Fast bound in sin and nature's night;

Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,

I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;

My chains fell of, my heart was free,

I rose went forth, and followed Thee.

 

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 the eternal throne,

And claim the crown,

Through Christ, my own.

 

290     (Ab)     RH 394     MP 384

I stand amazed in the presence

Of Jesus the Nazarene,

And wonder how He could love me,

A sinner, condemned, unclean.

 

Chorus:

How marvellous! How wonderful!

And my song shall ever be;

How marvellous! How wonderful!

Is my Saviour's love for me!

 

2) For me it was in the garden

He prayed: Not My will, but Thine.

He had no tears for His own griefs,

But sweat drops of blood for mine.

 

3) In pity angels beheld Him,

And came from the world of light

To comfort Him in the sorrows

He bore for my soul that night.

4) He took my sins and my sorrows,

He made them His very own;

He bore the burden to Calvary,

And suffered, and died alone.

 

5) When with the ransomed in glory

His face I at last shall see,

'Twill be my joy through the ages

To sing of His love for me.

 

292     (Bb)      RH 699