Tag: Isaac Watts

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 my self away

‘Tis all that I can do.