163 - At the Cross
Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
And
did my Sovereign die?
Would
he devote that sacred head
For
sinners such as I?
Refrain
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!
2
Was
it for crimes that I have done,
He
suffered on the tree?
Amazing
pity! Grace unknown!
And
love beyond degree!
3
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!
