Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!
And did my Saviour die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Was it for crimes that I have 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 the Incarnate Maker died
For man His creature's sin.