1 Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
and did my Sovereign die!
Would he devote that sacred head
for someone such as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
and the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith i received my sight,
and now I am happy all the day.
2 Was it for crimes that I have done,
he suffered upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 But drops of tears can ne’er repay
the debt of love I owe.
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
’tis all that I can do.