318 Alas! and did my Savior bleed,

1 Alas! and did my Savior 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 God, 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 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.