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Isaac Watts
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 crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree Amazing pity grace unknown And love beyond degree
Well might the sun in darkness hide And shut his glories in When Christ the mighty Maker died For man the creature's sin
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
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