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 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 its glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For his own creatures' sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
while his dear cross appears
dissolve my heart in thankfulness
and melt mine eyes to tears.