1 

Alas! And did my Savior bleed?

   And did my Sov'reign die,

Would He devote that sacred head

   For such a worm as I?

 2 

Was it for sins 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 the incarnate Maker died

   For man, His 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 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.