1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would he devote that sacred Head
For such a Worm as I?

[2 Thy Body slain, sweet Jesus thine,
And bath'd in its own Blood,
While all expos'd to Wrath divine,
The glorious 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'd
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 we owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.