1.	Alas, and did my Savior bleed, 
	And did my Sov'reign die?
	Would He devote that sacred head 
	For sinners such as I? 

2.	Was it for crimes that I had done 
	He groaned upon the tree? 
	Amazing pity, grace unknown, 
	And love beyond degree! 

3.	Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
	And shut His glories in, 
	When Christ the mighty Maker died 
	For man, the creature's sin. 

4.	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.