Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed

Alas! And did my Savior bleed, And did my sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head For sinners such as I?

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 its glories in
When God, the mighty marker died For His own creatures' sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears.
Disslove my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears.