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Alas! And Did My Saviour Bleed

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed, and did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head for such a worm as I?

Was it for crimes that I had 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 Christ, the mighty Maker, died for man, the creature’s sins.

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—and bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine His soul in anguish stood.

Thus might I hide my blushing face while his dear cross appears;
Dissolved my heart in thankfulness, and melt mine eyes to tears.

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.

Christian Poetry by Isaac Watts
Public Domain