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
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Verse 3
Well might the sun in darkness[hide,
And shut his glories in.
When Christ the mighty Make, [died
For man, the creature’s sin.
Verse 4
Thus might I hide my blushing face,
Whilst His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to teats.
Verse 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
Isaac Watts.