Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed
Author: Isaac Watts (1707)
Alas! And did my Savior bleed,
And did my sov’reign 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,
An love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in
When God, the mighty maker, died
For His own 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:
‘Tis all that I can do.