Isaac Watts V1 C V2 C V3 C V4 C V5 C V6 C [V1] Alas! and did my Savior bleed And did my Sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head For sinners such as I? [C] 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! [V2] Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine And bathed in its own blood While the firm mark of wrath divine, His soul in anguish stood. [V3] Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! [V4] Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker died, For man the creature’s sin. [V5] Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. [V6] 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.