Bangor. Godly Sorrow in View of Christ. C. M.

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Ravenscroft.
Watts.

1. Alas, and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I?

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

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3. Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ the mighty Saviour died
For man, the rebel's sin.

4. Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve, my heart, in thankfulness,
And melt, mine eyes, in tears.

5. But 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.