1 Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm 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 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 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: | 1880 |
Topic: | The Church Year: Passion |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from Index: Watts |