Alas

At the Cross

Isaac Watts, 1707

Alas, and did my Savior bleed,

And did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head

For sinners such as I?

Was it for crimes that I had done

He groaned upon the tree?

Amazing pity, grace unknown,

And love beyond degree!

Well might the sin in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,

When Christ the mighty Maker died

For man, the creature's sin.

But drops of grief can never repay

The debt of love I owe;

Here, Lord, I give myself away,

'Tis all that I can do.

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!