Was it for sins that I have done He suffered on the tree? Amazing pity! Grace unknown! And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide (Well might the sun in darkness hide) And shut His glory in (And shut His glory in) When Christ, the great Redeemer 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 mine eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne'er repay (But drops of grief can ne'er repay) The debt of love I owe: (The debt of love I owe:) Here, Lord, I give my self away 'Tis all that I can do.
