And Can It Be that I Should Gain?

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, shoulds't die for me?

'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.

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!

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 off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth and followed Thee.

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.

__________________

Messiah:


From another place,
one seed fell here,
on the edge of this hill ...

This now-tall spreading
knew no surrender.

No other
measured this steely purpose...

this was
no war
of proof...

But your sure
becoming,
in isolation
from their
gusty winds.

And now you bend ...
with the gale
which blows

and your needle shower
scourges
the bare
blasted
Scottish rock

and solitary pine,
you know
the strange happiness
of
your desolate home...

and I know
that I
shall come again ...

__________________
"He breaks down and it cannot be built again
He shuts up a man
and there can be no opening
He withholds the waters
they dry up
He sends them out
they overturn the earth
With Him is strength and wisdom
the deceived and the deceiver are His
He leads counsellors away spoiled, makes the judges fools "

Hi Ohmi,
Can you explain your poem? Thank.