Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?
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C.M. 1 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sov'reign 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 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 my 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! I. Watts