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

Well might the sun in darkness hide?
And shut his glories in
When Christ, the mighty Maker, 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 my eyes to tears

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