AT THE CROSS

Alas! And did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

CHORUS
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!

Was it for crimes that I have 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!