Alas, and did my Savior bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown,
And love beyond degree![Chorus]
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut His glories in
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man, the creature’s sin.[Chorus]
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.[Chorus]
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!
Isaac Watts, 1707
Read Isaiah 53:3-12
(There is a dumbfoundedness in this hymn, a wonder, a struggle to grasp that Christ would give His life for me.)