Alas! and Did My Saviour Bleed

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?And did my Sovereign die?Would he devote that sacred headFor such a worm as I?

Was it for crimes that I had doneHe groaned upon the tree?Amazing pity! grace unknown!And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide,And shut his glories in,When God’s own son was crucifiedFor man the creature’s sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing faceWhile his dear cross appears,Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,And melt mine eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repayThe debt of love I owe:Here, Lord, I give myself away;’Tis all that I can do.