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 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 But drops of tears can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.