Alas! and did my Savior bleed and did my Sovereign 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! Was it for crimes that I had done he groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! But drops of grief can ne'er repay the debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give my self away 'tis all that I can do. Refrain