At The Cross - Hymn by Isaac Watts

Hymn For Sunday

This is another of my favourite songs. There are two versions of it: Alas, And Did My Savior Bleed, and At The Cross - the second one having an added chorus, though the words of the stanzas are still the same. In the hymnals I have seen, there are only the 1st, 3rd, 4th, and 6th stanzas.

At The Cross
(Words: Isaac Watts; Music: Hugh Wilson)

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

Chorus:
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.