Alas! Alas! Alas!

Alas! And did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die
Did 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

Alas! Alas! Alas!

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
To make me Your child

To make a sinful one like me
Your chosen precious child

Alas! Alas! Alas!