124 ~ 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 sinners such as I?
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Was it for crimes that I have 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 its glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, 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 ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do.