1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Saviour die?
Would He devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I?
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.