| Alas! |
| and did my Savior bleed
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| And did my Sovereign die?
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| Would He devote that sacred head
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| For sinners such as I?
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| At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
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| And the burden of my heart rolled away,
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| It was there by faith I received my sight,
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| And now I am happy all the day!
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| Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine???
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| And bathed in its own blood???
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| While the firm mark of wrath divine,
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| His Soul in anguish stood.
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| Was it for crimes that I had done
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| He groaned upon the tree?
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| Amazing pity! |
| grace unknown!
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| And love beyond degree!
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| Well might the sun in darkness hide
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| And shut his glories in,
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| When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
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| For man the creature??? |
| s sin.
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| Thus might I hide my blushing face
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| While His dear cross appears,
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| Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
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| And melt my eyes to tears.
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| But drops of grief can ne??? |
| er repay
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| The debt of love I owe:
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| Here, Lord, I give my self away
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| ???Tis all that I can do. |