Alas, and did my Savior bleed (revised)

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Alas, and did my Savior bleed?
  And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
  For such a worm 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!
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Alas! My Savior on the tree!
  Hands, feet cruel nails bore,
Head crowned with thorns, pricked painfully,
  And body wounded sore.
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Was it for sins that I had done
  He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
  And love beyond degree!
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Well might the sun in darkness hide
  And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
  For man, His creature's sin.
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Thus might I hide my blushing face
  While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness
  And melt mine eyes to tears.
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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.
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No veil from God now separates;
  His death rent it in twain;
Breached also were the tombs of saints;
  Death can no more detain.
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His side was pierced, but from it stemmed
  Blood, water flowing free,
To give life and from death exempt,
  To cleanse iniquity.
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At death, He "It is finished!" cried,
  Redemption to proclaim;
At once my fears and worries died,
  And sighing, praise became.