A-las! and did my Sav-ior bleed
And did my Sov-ereign die?
Would He de-vote that sa-cred Head
For such a worm as I?
Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned up-on the tree?
A-maz-ing pit-y! Grace un-known!
And love be-yond de-gree!
Well might the sun in dark-ness hide
And shut his glo-ries in,
When Christ, the great Cre-a-tor died
For man the crea-ture's sin.
Thus might I hide my blush-ing face
While His dear cross ap-pears,
Dis-solve my heart in thank-ful-ness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne'er re-pay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my-self a-way--
'Tis all that I can do.
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