Alas, and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Savior die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
Chorus:
At the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
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.