Alas and Did my Savior Bleed

Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?
[originally, For such a worm 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!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—
And bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.

Was it for crimes that I had 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.

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
’Tis all that I can do.

I love this hymn....but especially the last two verses.  The shame of the cross is MY shame.  My face well might blush at the fact that my filthy sin was what necessitated his misery....The impaling of God himself for my lies, rages, and curses.  My heart does dissolve in thankfulness and my eyes melt to tears of gratitude that he saw it as necessary to pay for my failure.  But those teardrops can never repay my debt....all the gratitude of my bursting heart doesn't begin to pay him back....all I can do; all I have is myself.  And I give myself to him.....nothing held back.  It's all I have.  All I can do.