Alas And Did My Savior Bleed
Alas, and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I.
Was it for crimes that I have done,
He suffered on the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut His glories in;
When Christ 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,
'Tis all that I can do.