STANZA 1
Alas, and did my Savior bleed? 
And did my Sov’reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head 
for such a worm as I? 

STANZA 2
Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree? 
Amazing pity, grace unknown, 
and love beyond degree! 

STANZA 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. 

STANZA 4
Thus might I hide my blushing face 
while His dear cross appears, 
dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
and melt mine eyes to tears. 

STANZA 5
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.

—Isaac Watts, 1707