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 sins 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 his glories in,
    When the incarnate Maker died
      For man, His 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.