Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I?

Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! Grace unknown! And love beyond degree.

Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in, When the incarnate Maker died For man, His creature's sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face, While His dear Cross appears; Dissolve my heart in thankfullness, And melt my eyes to tears.