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’s own son was crucified

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.