alas and did my saviour

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,

and did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

for such a worm as I?




Was it for crimes that I had done,

He groaned upon 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 great Creator, 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,

„This all that I can do!