And did my Sov'reign die,
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
And shut his glories in,
When the incarnate Maker died
For man, His creature's sin.
While His dear cross appears
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
The debt of love I owe;
Here Lord, I give myself away:
’Tis all that I can do.