3. Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sov’reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head, For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done, He groaned 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 my eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne’er repay, The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away, It’s all that I can do.