5. At the Cross

1
Alas, and did my Savior bleed?
 
And did my Savior die?
 
Would He devote that sacred head
 
For sinners such as I?
 
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!
2
Was it for crimes that I have done,
 
He groaned upon the tree?
 
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
 
And love beyond degree!
3
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
 
And shut His glories in,
 
When the incarnate Maker died,
 
For man His creature’s sin.
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