Alas, and did my Savior bleed,|
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2. Was it for crimes that I had done
3. Well might the sun in darkness hide,|
And shut his glories in,
When Christ the mighty Maker died
For man, the creature's sin.
4. Thus might I hide my blushing face
5. But drops of grief can ne'er repay
Oh, the Lamb, the loving Lamb,
The Lamb on Calvary;
The Lamb that was slain,
That liveth again,
To intercede for me.