Alas! and did my Savior bleed!
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Was it for sins that I had done
He suffered on the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.
But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love we owe;
Here, Lord, I give my self away;
'Tis all that I can do.