Alas and did my Saviour bleed, and did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head for sinners such as I? Was it for sins that I have done He suffered on the tree? Amazing pity, Grace unknown, and Love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide and shut His glory in When Christ the great Redeemer 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!
