Alas, and Did My Savior Bleed

Alas, and did my Savior bleed,

And did my Sov'reign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

Was it for crimes that I have done

He groaned upon 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 creatures' sin!

Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While His dear cross appears;

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness

And melt mine eyes to tears.

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.