The Church Hymn Book/Alas! and did my Saviour bleed
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I?
Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! — grace unknown! —
And love beyond dergee!
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man the creature's sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord! I give myself away; —
'T is all that I can do.