Alas and did my Savior bleed, And did my sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head, For such a worm 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 Christ the mighty Maker died, For man the creature’s sin. But drops of grief can ne’er repay, The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself to Thee, ‘tis all that I can do!
