1 Alas! And did my Savior bleed,
And did my Sovereign die!
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I!
2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He suffered on the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut its glories in,
When Christ, the great Redeemer, died
For human creatures' sin.
4 But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give my self away;
’Tis all that I can do.
|First Line:||Alas! And did my Savior bleed|
|Title:||Alas! And Did My Saviour Bleed|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707)|
|Composer:||Hugh Wilson, 1726-1824|
|Adapter and Harmonizer:||Robert Smith (1825)|