1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die!
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I!
2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree!
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.
|First Line:||Alas! and did my Savior bleed|
|Title:||Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707; Alt. 1961)|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: His Death; Christ: Deity of; Christ: Love and Grace of2 more...|
|Composer:||Hugh Wilson, 1726-1824|
|Arranger:||Robert A. Smith, 1780-1829 (1825)|