Alas! and Did My Saviour Bleed

Verse 1

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

Verse 2

[Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
And bath’d in its own blood,
While all expos’d to wrath divine
The glorious Sufferer stood.]

Verse 3

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groan’d upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

Verse 6

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.