Alas! And did my Savior bleed, and did my sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head for such a worm 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 sun in darkness hide and shut his glories in when God, the mighty maker, died for His own creatures’ sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face while His dear cross appears, dissolve my heart in thankfulness, and melt mine eyes to tears.
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.
Hymn Text by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
“For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, making peace by the blood of his cross.” Colossians 1:19-20