Alas! and did my Savior bleed |
And did my Sovereign die? |
Would He devote that sacred head |
For sinners such as I? |
[originally, For such a worm as I?] |
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Refrain |
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At the cross, at the cross
where I first saw the light, |
And the burden of my heart
rolled away, |
It was there by faith I received
my sight, |
And now I am happy all the
day! |
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Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine— |
And bathed in its own blood— |
While the firm mark of wrath divine, |
His Soul in anguish stood. |
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Was it for crimes that I had done |
He groaned upon the tree? |
Amazing pity! grace unknown! |
And love beyond degree! |
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Well might the sun in darkness hide |
And shut his glories in, |
When Christ, the mighty Maker died, |
For man the creature’s sin. |
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Thus might I hide my blushing face |
While His dear cross appears, |
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, |
And melt my eyes to tears. |
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But drops of grief can ne’er repay |
The debt of love I owe: |
Here, Lord, I give my self away |
’Tis all that I can do. |