C. Wesley

C.M.Ref.

ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?

And did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

At the Cross, at the Cross, where I first saw the light,

And the burden of my heart rolled away;

It was there by faith I received my sight;

And now I am happy all the day!

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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!

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

While His dear cross appears,

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt my 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.