ALAS! AND DID MY SAVIOUR BLEED?
1. Alas! and did my
Saviour bleed?
And did my
Sov'reign die,
Would He devote
that sacred head
For such a worm as
I?
2. Was it for crime
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 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.
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