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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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[originally, For such a worm as I?] |
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Refrain |
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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. |