1
Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such 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 its glories in,
When Christ, 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.