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M0:|c:G|m:3/4|r:CM|t:EWS 76 (1) Alas! and did my Saviour bleed|a:Isaac Watts 1674-1748|h:(Anonymous : American camp meeting melody;English tune)|u:https://hymnary.org/hymn/LS1874/page/26
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E1:A_las! and did my Sav_ior bleed,/and did my Sove_reign die!/Would he de_vote that sa_cred head/for sin_ners such as I?
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E2:Thy bo_dy slain, sweet Je_sus, Thine,/And bathed in its own blood,/While all ex_posed to wrath di_vine,/The glo_rious Suffe_rer stood!
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E3:Was it for crimes that I have done,/he groaned up_on the tree?/A_maz_ing pi_ty! Grace un_known!/And love bey_ond de_gree!
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E4:Well might the sun in dark_ness hide,/and shut its glo_ries in,/when God, the migh_ty ma_ker, died/for his own crea_ture's sin.
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E5:Thus might I hide my blush_ing face/while his dear cross ap_pears;/dis_solve my heart in thank_ful_ness,/and melt mine eyes to tears.
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E6:But drops of tears can ne'er re_pay/the debt of love I owe./Here, Lord, I give my_self a_way;/'tis all that I can do./
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