gramps' funeral was about a month ago now, but i just wanted to share the song that my family and i sang at the grave site on the day of. it was a beautifully sweet, sorrowful, and joyous moment for us. it was mixed with tears, sniffling, and smiles. we had been allowed the wonderful opportunity to have know this great, loving, sneaky, smart, God-fearing man. so we will miss him dearly, but we rest assured that he is in a far better place. a place he has been longing to go to for so long, to be home with his most precious lord and saviour.
And can it be that i should gain
And can it be that i should gainan interest in the saviour's blood?
died he for me, who cause his pain?
for me, who him to death pursued?
amazing love! how can it be
that thou, my god, shouldst 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 enquire 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 0
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.
-charles wesley
died he for me, who cause his pain?
for me, who him to death pursued?
amazing love! how can it be
that thou, my god, shouldst 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 enquire 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 layfast bound in sin and nature's night;
thine eye diffused a quickening ray 0
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.
-charles wesley
