Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ
Alas! and did my Savior bleed?
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Alas! and did my Savior bleed?And did my Jesus die?Would he devote that sacred headFor such a worm as I?
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Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,And bath'd in its own blood,While all exposed to wrath of men,The glorious Suff'rer stood!
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Was it for crimes that I had done,He groaned upon the tree?Amazing pity! grace unknown!And love beyond degree!
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Well might the sun in darkness hide,And shut his glories in,When Christ the glorious Savior died,For man, the creature's sin.
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Thus might I hide my blushing face,While his dear cross appears,Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,And melt mine eyes in tears.
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But drops of grief can ne'er repayThe debt of love I owe;Here, Lord, I give myself away;'Tis all that I can do.