1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sov'reign 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 his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.
4 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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