Alas and did my Saviour bleed
And did my Sov’reign die
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I (For such a worm as I)
Thy body slain sweet Jesus Thine
And bathed in its own blood
While all exposed to wrath divine
The glorious suff’rer stood
Was it for crimes 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 blushing face
While His dear cross appears
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness
And melt my 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
Bob Kauflin, Isaac Watts