Alas! and did my Savior bleed and did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head for sinners such as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Was it for crimes that I had done he groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!
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.
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