And did my Sovereign die ?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I ?
Help me, dear Saviour, Thee to own,
And ever faithful be ;
And when Thou sittest on Thy throne,
O Lord, remember me.
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 Thus might I hide my blushing face
Whilst His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
5 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.