Alas and did my savior bleed
Did my sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a fool as I?
The strangeness of love,
My life in your death
In your brokenness
My wholeness revealed
Your bonds are my freedom,
Your sorrow my song
And by your wounds I am healed
Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, lord, I give my self away
'Tis all that I can do.
And by your wounds I am healed.
