Alas and Did my Saviour Bleed
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Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
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Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine,
And bathed in its own blood;
While all exposed to wrath divine,
The glorious Sufferer stood.
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Was it for sins that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
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Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Savior died,
For man the creature's sin.
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Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
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But drops of grief can never repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
'Tis all that I can do.
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Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
Music: Hugh Wilson, 1800 (Martyrdom)