Alas and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sov’reign die!
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Oh, come, sinner, you will hear
The Savior say, “Weep not for me,”
See the Savior on the cross!
Oh, sinner, hear Him cry,
“Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabacthani.”
Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
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.