Alas, and did my Savior bleed And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? Was it for sins that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity, grace unknown And love beyond degree My God, why would You shed Your blood So pure and undefiled To make a sinful one like me Your chosen, precious child? Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut His glories in When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creature’s, sin Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears Dissolve my heart in thankfulness And melt my eyes to tears My God, why would You shed Your blood So pure and undefiled To make a sinful one like me Your chosen, precious child?