53*. Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed
C.M.
by I. Watts
Alas! and did my Savior bleed!
Would He devote that sacred head
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Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
When the Incarnate Maker died
For man His creature’s sin.
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