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Alas! and did my Savior bleed
and did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
for such an one as I?
Was it for sins that I had 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 Christ, the mighty Maker, died,
For man, the creature's sin.
Thus might I hide my shamed 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 to thee;
'Tis all that I can do.