Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my sov'reign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

Chorus:
Thanks to the Lamb, the loving Lamb,
Who dy'd on Calvary;
The Lamb was slain, from heavn' he came,
To bleed and die for me:
The Lamb was slain, yet lives again,
to intercede for me

2 [Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
And bath'd in its own blood
While all exposed to wrath divine
The glor'ous suff'rer stood.]

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

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty maker dy'dd
For man the creature's sin.

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

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give my self away,
'Tis all that we can do.