Isle Of Wight

Alas! And did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die!
Would he devote that sacred head
For sinners such as I?

Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut its glories in
When God, the mighty maker, died
For his own creature's sin