And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such 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!
And bathed in its own blood,
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
‘Tis all that I can do.