1
Alas! and did my Savior bleed!
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2
Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groan’d upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in;
When Christ the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin!
4
Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
5
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
’Tis all that I can do.