1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!
And did my Sov'reign die;
Wou'd 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 replay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.
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First Line: | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! |
Title: | Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |