Text: | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed |
Author: | Watts. |
1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes 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 God the mighty Maker died
For his own creature's sin!
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes in 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed |
Author: | Watts. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1884 |
Topic: | The Passion |
Notes: | Public Domain. |