Sang this one at church yesterday. (Although, for the record, I’m not crazy about this newfangled practice of conflating Palm Sunday and “Passion Sunday.” People can go to church on Good Friday, dammit! UPDATE: I realize that in one sense it makes perfect sense to observe Passion Sunday as inagurating Holy Week. Though until, I believe, Vatican II “Passion Sunday” marked the beginning of Passiontide – i.e. two weeks leading up to Easter. In any event, what annoys me is cramming the Passion reading into the Palm Sunday service so people don’t need to come to Good Friday services. End of gripe.)
Alas! and did my Savior bleed,
and did my Sovereign die!
Would he devote that sacred head
for sinners such as I?
Was it for crimes that I have done,
he groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
and shut its glories in,
when God, the mighty maker,
died for his own creature’s sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face
while his dear cross appears;
dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
and melt mine eyes to tears.
But drops of tears can ne’er repay
the debt of love I owe.
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
’tis all that I can do.
—Isaac Watts
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