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?

'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 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.

Still the small inward Voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the Atoning Blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven:
I feel the Life His Wounds impart;
I feel my SAVIOUR in my Heart.

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, thro' CHRIST, my own.
                                                Charles Wesley


.....he hath made us accepted in the beloved.  In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace  Eph 1:6-7

There was a sweet savor in His active life by which He honored the law of God, and made every precept to glitter like a precious jewel in the pure setting of His own person.  Such, too, was his passive obedience, when He endured, with unmurmuring submission, hunger and thirst, cold and nakedness, and at length sweat great drops of blood in Gethsemane, gave His back to the smiters, and His cheeks to them that plucked out the hair, and was fastened to the cruel wood, that He might suffer the wrath of God in our behalf.  These two things are sweet before the Most High; and for the sake of His doing and His dying, His substitutionary sufferings and His vicarious obedience, the Lord our God accepts us.  What a preciousness must there be in Him to overcome our want of preciousness!  What a sweet savor to put away our ill savor!  What a cleansing power in His blood to take away sin such as ours! and what glory in His righteousness to make such unacceptable creatures to be accepted in the Beloved!  Mark, believer, how sure and unchanging must be our acceptance, since it is in Him!  Take care that you never doubt your acceptance in Jesus.  You cannot be accepted without Christ; but when you have received His merit, you cannot be unaccepted.  Notwithstanding all your doubts, and fears, and sins, Jehovah's gracious eye never looks upon you in anger; though He sees sin in you, in yourself, yet when He looks at you through Christ, He sees no sin.  You are always accepted in Christ, are always blessed and dear to the Father's heart.  Therefore lift up a song, and as you see the smoking incense of the merit of the Saviour coming up, this evening, before the sapphire throne, let the incense of your praise go up also.    
                                                                                                                                        C. H. Spurgeon