Alas, and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head?
For a sinner, such as I!
(CHORUS)
At the cross, at the cross,
Where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away;
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day.
Was it for crimes that I had done?
He groaned upon the tree;
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
(CHORUS)
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And, shut His glories in;
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man, the creature’s sin.
(CHORUS)
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 never repay,
The debt of love I owe;
Here Lord, I give myself away;
Tis all that I can do!
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