At the Cross(Alas! And Did My Saviour Bleed

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!

Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut its 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 away
’Tis all that I can do!