1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut its glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Saviour, died
For man the creature's sin!
3 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
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.
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First Line: | Alas, and did my Savior bleed |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Sufferings and Death of Christ |
Notes: | Public Domain. |