At The Cross

Alas! and did my Savior bleed

And did my Sovereign die?

Would He devote that sacred head

For sinners such as I?

[originally, For such a worm as I?]

Refrain

At the cross, at the cross where,

I first saw 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!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine,

And bathed in its own blood;

While all exposed to wrath divine,

The glorious Sufferer stood.

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 my self away

’Tis all that I can do.

Words: Isaac Watts
, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707;
Ralph E. Hudson wrote the refrain in 1885.
Music: “Martyrdom,” Hugh Wilson, 1800

At the cross is where I saw the light

many years ago,

Now am still walking with Him

Waiting for His precious coming.

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