Alas! and did my Savior bleed <br />And did my Sovereign die? <br />Would He devote that sacred head <br />For such a worm as I? <br /> <br /> <br />Refrain <br /> <br />At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, <br />And the burden of my heart rolled away, <br />It was there by faith I received my sight, <br />And now I am happy all the day! <br /> <br /> <br />Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine— <br />And bathed in its own blood— <br />While the firm mark of wrath divine, <br />His Soul in anguish stood. <br /> <br />Was it for crimes that I had done <br />He groaned upon the tree? <br />Amazing pity! grace unknown! <br />And love beyond degree! <br /> <br />Well might the sun in darkness hide <br />And shut his glories in, <br />When Christ, the mighty Maker died, <br />For man the creature’s sin. <br /> <br />Thus might I hide my blushing face <br />While His dear cross appears, <br />Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, <br />And melt my eyes to tears. <br /> <br />But drops of grief can ne’er repay <br />The debt of love I owe: <br />Here, Lord, I give my self away <br />’Tis all that I can do.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alas-and-did-my-savior-bleed/
