At the Cross

1Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head For someone such as I?

RefrainAt 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!

2Was it for crimes that I have done, He suffered on the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!

3But 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!