Hymn
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!
Words: Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748 (1707)
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sov'reign die? Would he devote that sacred Head For such a Worm as I?
[2 Thy Body slain, sweet Jesus thine, And bath'd in its own Blood, While all expos'd to Wrath divine, The glorious Suff'rer stood!]
Was it for Crimes that I had done He groan'd upon the Tree? Amazing Pity! Grace unknown! And Love beyond Degree!
Well might the Sun in Darkness hide, And shut his Glories in, When GOD the Mighty Maker dy'd 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 my Eyes to Tears.
But Drops of Grief can ne'er repay The Debt of Love we owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do.
Public domain · as printed in The Psalms of David: imitated in the language of the New Testament, and applied to the Christian state and worship (27th ed.), 1766 · text courtesy of Hymnary.org. Wording may differ slightly from your hymn book.