313-Alas and did my saviour bleed
behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow
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 suffered on 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 blushing 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 away,
‘Tis all that I can do.