Alas, and did my Savior bleed (revised)

Alas

and did my Savior bleed?

And did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm 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!

Alas! My Savior on the tree!

Hands

feet cruel nails bore

Head crowned with thorns

pricked painfully

And body wounded sore.

Was it for sins 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

His creature’s sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face

While His dear cross appears;

Dissolve 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.

No veil from God now separates;

His death rent it in twain;

Breached also were the tombs of saints;

Death can no more detain.

His side was pierced

but from it stemmed

Blood

water flowing free

To give life and from death exempt

To cleanse iniquity.

At death

He “It is finished!” cried

Redemption to proclaim;

At once my fears and worries died

And sighing

praise became.