AT THE CROSS #139

Alas, and did my savior bleed, And did my sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head for sinners such as I?

Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned up on 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.

Thus might I hide my blushing face while Calvary's cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can never repay the debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away, Tis all I can do.

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.

Isaac Watts, 1674-1748