1 Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
and did my sovereign die!
Would he devote that sacred head
for sinners such as I?
2 Was it for sins 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 its glories in,
when God, the mighty maker, died
for his own 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 tears of grief cannot repay
the debt of love I owe;
here, Lord, I give myself away;
'tis all that I can do.
