Alas! and did my Savior bleed, and did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head for sinners such as I?

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!

Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown! And love beyond degree!

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

Isaac Watts, Public Domain