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Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
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| 1. | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? |
| | And did my Sov'reign die, |
| | Would He devote that sacred head |
| | For such a worm as I? |
| 2. | Was it for sins that I had done |
| | He groaned upon the tree? |
| | Amazing pity! grace unknown! |
| | And love beyond degree! |
| 3. | Well might the sun in darkness hide, |
| | And shut his glories in, |
| | When the incarnate Maker died |
| | For man, His creature's sin. |
| 4. | Thus might I hide my blushing face |
| | While His dear cross appears |
| | Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, |
| | And melt mine eyes to tears. |
| 5. | 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. |