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 have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.
4 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do. Amen.