Alas, and did my Savior bleed?

Alas, and did my Savior bleed? 

And did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

for someone such as I?

At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,

And the burden of my heart rolled away;

It was there by faith I received my sight,

And now I am happy all the day!

Was it for crimes that I have done,

He suffered on the tree?

Amazing pity! Grace unknown!

And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide,

and shut his glories in,

When Christ the mighty Maker died,

for man the creature's sin.

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.