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 have done,
he groaned upon 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 mighty Maker, died 
for his own creatures' sin. 
 
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 
while his dear cross appears; 
dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
and melt mine eyes to 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.