Author: Isaac Watts
Arranger: Douglas E. Wagner
Publisher: Harrold Flammer, Inc.
Publish Date: 1978
Alas, And did my Savior bleed,
And did my sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
Was it for sins 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 great Redeemer,
died for the creature's sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away.
'Tis all that I do.