Alas! and did my saviour bleed,
and did my sovereign die?
Did he devote that sacred head
for such a one is I?

Was it for sins that I had done
he suffered 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.

Dear Saviour, how can I repay
the debt of love I owe?
Lord, take my very self I pray
your work, your will to do.


Isaac Watts (1674-1748)