At The Cross
Isaac Watts
Alas and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
At the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw the light
And the burden of my heart
Rolled away, rolled away
It was there by faith I receive my sight
And now I am happy all the day
Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity, grace unknown
And love beyond degree
At the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw the light
And the burden of my heart
Rolled away, rolled away
It was there by faith
I receive my sight
And now, and now, and now
I am happy all the day, all the day.