Isaac Watts, 1707
[Key: Eb]

Verse 1
Alas, and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred Head
For such a worm as I?

Verse 2
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Verse 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.

Verse 4
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear Cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

Verse 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.