Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound by 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, should’st die for me?
(Charles Wesley, 1738)
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