Alas, and did my Savior bleed

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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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Was it for sins that I had done
  He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
  And love beyond degree!
3
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
  And shut His glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
  For man, His creature's sin.
4
Thus might I hide my blushing face
  While His dear cross appears.
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
  And melt mine eyes to 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.
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Mary Ngene

Nairbi, Claycity, Kenya

This song is so good. it makes me feel so happy.


Femi Amos

Osogbo, Osun, Nigeria

The horror He went through just to redeem our condemned souls is unimaginable. Thank you Jesus!


Kopiyo Ager

Migori, Nyanza, Kenya

This song reminds me of one retired pastor Pharez Ombwayo.

He would remind our small Bande girls sabbath school congregants about how expensive and painful it was for Jesus to redeem the lost.

Every time he come to preach this would be his proposed music.


Priceless

It was at the cross where we all were set free, where all our pain and sorrows nailed to the bloodstained cross, where all sicknesses and every manner of infirmities were defeated and also where we were drawn closer to the ALMIGHTY.


Khai Dal

Bowling Green, Kentucky, United States

Amazing and I loved it the Music ❤️


Jake

Leinster, Ireland

Praise the Lord


Dr. Alan Parrish

Nashville, TN, United States

This seemingly simple hymn, written in ABAB form, set to a lilting melody, was written by a teenage boy who grew tired of the music of the Anglican Church. It was radical! Instead of all this showy, complex musical composition that few could master, Isaac Watts brought praise to the people. Simple choruses, but full of emotion! Easy to remember, catchy... they may have been derided as "jingles" by some, but Watts -- and the blind girl his music inspired, Miss Fanny Crosby -- brought the Word of God to life in musical form and put it in a book for all to learn and sing. A revolutionary indeed!


Ana Lara

Storrs, Connecticut, United States

Isaac Watts was a rather amazing character on every aspect (except in appearance, as he was all of 5 feet tall! ) At the time of his birth, his father was in prison for being a “dissenter“ of the Church of England. Isaac learned Latin at age 4, picked up Greek by age 9, and Hebrew at 13. As a teenager, he was frustrated with the tedious music of the Anglican Church, so his father challenged him to write church songs. He responded by setting out on a hymn-writing frenzy, eventually composing 600 of the best known hymns, mostly written in his teens and twenties! Eventually, Watts became known as the “Father of English hymnody. ” This hymn, “Alas! and did my Savior Bleed, ” spoke powerfully and convincingly to the blind Fanny Crosby 100 years later, and then she became a greater hymn writer herself.

L. Codington


Fidel

Nairobi, Kitui, Kenya

Good song


Joel

Staten Island, New York, United States

Amazing

Stanzas 2 and 7-9 are added:

1. Alas, and did my Savior bleed?

And did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?

Chorus:

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!

2. Alas! My Savior on the tree!

Hands, feet cruel nails bore,

Head crowned with thorns, pricked painfully,

And body wounded sore.

3. Was it for sins that I had done

He groaned upon the tree?

Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree!

4. Well might the sun in darkness hide

And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died

For man, His creature's sin.

5. Thus might I hide my blushing face

While His dear cross appears;

Dissolve my heart in thankfulness

And melt mine eyes to tears.

6. 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.

7. No veil from God now separates;

His death rent it in twain;

Breached also were the tombs of saints;

Death can no more detain.

8. His side was pierced, but from it stemmed

Blood, water flowing free,

To give life and from death exempt,

To cleanse iniquity.

9. At death, He "It is finished!" cried,

Redemption to proclaim;

At once my fears and worries died,

And sighing, praise became.