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| Alas And Did My Savious Bleed |
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| Alas and did my Savior bleed |
| And did my Sov’reign die? |
| Would He devote that sacred head |
| For such a worm as I? |
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| 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! |
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| Was it for crimes that I had done |
| He groaned upon the tree? |
| Amazing pity! grace unknown! |
| And love beyond degree! |
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| Well might the sun in darkness hide |
| And shut his glories in, |
| When Christ, the mighty Maker died, |
| For man the creature’s sin. |
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| Thus might I hide my blushing face |
| While His dear cross appears, |
| Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, |
| And melt my eyes to tears. |
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| 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. |
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