GAlas! and did my Savior bleed

and Cdid my GSovereignCdie

GWould He devote that sacred head

to sAminners suDch aGs I

GWas it for crimes that I had done

he Cgroaned upGon the tDree

GAmazing pity, grace unknown

And Amlove beyDond degGree

WGell might the sun in darkness hide

and Cshut his gGlories iDn

GWhen Christ, the mighty Maker died

for Amman the crDeature's sGin

BGut drops of grief can ne'er repay

the Cdebt of lGove I oDwe

GHere, Lord, I give my self away

'tisAm all that DI can Gdo