1 Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
and did my Sovereign 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 its glories in,
when Christ, the mighty Maker, died
for his own creatures' 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.
|First Line:||Alas! and did my Savior bleed|
|Title:||Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed?|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707, alt.)|
|Adapter:||Robert Smith (1825)|