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C. M.

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

I do believe, &c.

2. Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groan'd upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

I do believe, &c.

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

I do believe, &c.

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

I do believe, &c.

5. But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I own:
Here, Lord, I give myself away, –
'Tis all that I can do.

I do believe, &c.