At the Cross
Alas, and did my Savior bleed, and did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head for sinners such as I?
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 hid, and shut his glories in,
When Christ the mighty Maker died for man, the creature's sin.
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.
At the cross, at the cross where I first say 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.
Isaac Watts 1674-1748
"While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us" Romans 5:8
"Without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness" Hebrews 9:22
"He bore our sins in His body" 1Peter 2:24