Alas, and Did My Savior Bleed
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A[E]las, and did my [A]Savior [B]bleed
And [C#m]did my [B]Sovereign [A]die?
Would [E]He de[A]vote that [B]sacred [C#m]head
For [A]such a worm as [B]I?
Was [E]it for sins that [A]I had [B]done
He [C#m]groaned u[B]pon the [A]tree?
A[E]mazing pity! [B]Grace un[C#m]known!
And [A]love be[B]yond de[E]gree!
{c: Chorus}
{soc}
My [C#m]God, why would You [A]shed Your [E]blood
So [A]pure and unde[B]filed
To [C#m]make a sinful [A]one like [E]me
Your [A]chosen, [B]precious [E]child?
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{c: Verse 2}
Well [E]might the sun in [A]darkness [B]hide
And [C#m]shut His [B]glories [A]in,
When [E]Christ, the [A]mighty [B]Maker, [C#m]died
For [A]man, the creature's, [B]sin.
Thus [E]might I hide my [A]blushing [B]face
While [C#m]His dear [B]cross a[A]ppears,
Dis[E]solve my [A]heart in [B]thankful[C#m]ness,
And [A]melt my [B]eyes to [E]tears.
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But [E]drops of grief can [A]ne’er re[B]pay
The [C#m]debt of [B]love I [A]owe;
Here, [E]Lord, I [A]give my[B]self a[C#m]way,
‘Tis [A]all that I can [B]do.
A[E]las! and did my [A]Savior [B]bleed
And [C#m]did my [B]Sovereign [A]die?
A[E]mazing pity! [B]Grace un[C#m]known!
And [A]love be[B]yond de[E]gree!
Alas, and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Was it for sins that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
My God, why would You shed Your blood
So pure and undefiled
To make a sinful one like me
Your chosen, precious child?
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 myself away,
‘Tis all that I can do.
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Amazing pity! Grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
"Alas, and Did My Savior Bleed (Sovereign Grace)"
Words by Isaac Watts, additional words by Bob Kauflin. Music by Bob Kauflin.
©1997 Sovereign Grace Praise
CCLI License #355637
{title: And Can It Be?}
{key: G}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 96}
{c: Verse 1}
[G]And can it [G/B]be that [C]I [D]should [G]gain
An [Am7]interest [G/B]in the [C]Sa[A/C#]vior's [D]blood?
[D]Died He for [C]me, who [G/B]caused [C]His [D]pain--
For [C]me, who [G/B]Him to [C]death [D]pur[G]sued?
[G]A[D/F#]mazing [C]love! How [Am]can it [D]be,
That [G/B]Thou, my [C]God, should [D]die for [G]me?
{c: Chorus}
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[G]Amazing [D/F#]love! How [Am]can it [Em]be,
That [C]Thou my [G/B]God, [C]should [D]die for [G]me?
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{c: Verse 2 (Alternate Lyrics)}
[G]He left His [G/B]Father's [C]throne [D]a[G]bove
So [Am7]free, so [G/B]infi[C]nite [A/C#]His [D]grace--
[D]Humbled Him[C]self, how [G/B]great [C]His [D]love!
And [C]bled for [G/B]Adam's [C]help[D]less [G]race:
[G]'Tis [D/F#]mercy [C]all, i[Am]mmense and [D]free,
O [G/B]praise my [C]God, it [D]reaches [G]me!
{c: Verse 3}
[G]Long my im[G/B]prisoned [C]spi[D]rit [G]lay,
Fast [Am7]bound in [G/B]sin and [A/C#]nature's [D]night;
[D]Thine eye dif[C]fused a [G/B]quicke[C]ning [D]ray--
I [C]woke, the [G/B]dungeon [C]flamed [D]with [G]light;
[G]My [D/F#]chains fell [C]off, my [Am]heart was [D]free,
I [G/B]rose, went [C]forth, and [D]followed [G]Thee.
{c: Verse 4}
[G]No condem[G/B]nation [C]now [D]I [G]dread;
Je[Am7]sus, and [G/B]all in [C]Him, [A/C#]is [D]mine;
[D]Alive in [C]Him, my [G/B]liv[C]ing [D]Head,
And [C]clothed in [G/B]righteous[C]ness [D]di[G]vine,
[G]Bold [D/F#]I ap[C]proach the e[Am]ternal [D]throne,
And [G/B]claim the [C]crown, through [D]Christ my [G]own.
And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior's blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain--
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, should die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou my God, should die for me?
He left His Father's throne above
So free, so infinite His grace--
Humbled Himself, how great His love!
And bled for Adam's helpless race:
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
O praise my God, it reaches me!
Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray--
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
"And Can It Be? (Hymn)"
Words by Charles Wesley. Music by Thomas Campbell.
Public Domain
CCLI License #355637
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
{title: Amazing Grace}
{key: C}
{tempo: 87}
{time: 3/4}
{c: Verse 1}
A[C]mazing [C7]grace! How [F]sweet the [C]sound
That [Am]saved a [D]wretch like [G]me!
I [C]once was [C7]lost, but [F]now am [C]found;
Was [Am]blind, but [G]now I [F]see. [C]
{c: Verse 2}
'Twas [C]grace that [C7]taught my [F]heart to [C]fear,
And [Am]grace my [D]fears re[G]lieved;
How [C]precious [C7]did that [F]grace a[C]ppear
The [Am]hour I [G]first be[F]lieved! [C]
{c: Verse 3}
Through [D]many [D7]dangers, [G]toils and [D]snares,
I [Bm]have al[E]ready [A]come;
'Tis [D]grace hath [D7]brought me [G]safe thus [D]far,
And [Bm]grace will [A]lead me [G]home. [D]
{c: Verse 4}
The [D]Lord has [D7]promised [G]good to [D]me,
His [Bm]Word my [E]hope se[A]cures;
He [D]will my [D7]Shield and [G]Portion [D]be,
As [Bm]long as [A]life en[G]dures. [D]
{c: Verse 7}
When [E]we've been [E7]there ten [A]thousand [E]years,
Bright [C#m]shining [F#]as the [B]sun,
We've [E]no less [E7]days to [A]sing God's [E]praise
Than [C#m]when we'd [B]first be[A]gun. [E]
{c: Verse 5 (Skipped - not commonly sung)}
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
{c: Verse 6 (Skipped - not commonly sung)}
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.
When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we'd first begun.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.
"Amazing Grace"
Words and Music by John Newton.
Public Domain
CCLI License #355637
C
And when before the throne
{title: Jesus Paid It All}
{c: Verse 1}
[C]I hear the Savior say,
"Thy [G]strength indeed is [C]small;
Child of [Am]weakness, watch and [F]pray,
Find in [G]Me thine all in [C]all."
{c: Refrain}
{soc}
[C]Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I [G]owe;
[C]Sin had left a [Am]crimson [F]stain,
He [C]washed it [G]white as [C]snow.
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{c: Verse 2}
[C]Lord, now indeed I find
Thy [G]power and Thine a[C]lone,
Can [Am]change the leper's [F]spots
And [G]melt the heart of [C]stone.
{c: Verse 3}
[C]For nothing good have I
Where[G]by Thy grace to [C]claim,
I'll [Am]wash my garments [F]white
In the [G]blood of Calv'ry's [C]Lamb.
{c: Verse 4}
[C]And when before the throne
I [G]stand in Him com[C]plete,
"Jesus [Am]died my soul to [F]save,"
My [G]lips shall still re[C]peat.
I hear the Savior say,
"Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all."
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots
And melt the heart of stone.
For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim,
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv'ry's Lamb.
And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
"Jesus died my soul to save,"
My lips shall still repeat.
"Jesus Paid It All"
Words by Elvina Mable Hall. Music by John Thomas Grape.
Public Domain
CCLI License #355637
{c: Verse 1}
[A]There is [D/A]a [A]foun[A/C#]tain [D]filled with [A]blood,
Drawn [A]from Im[D/A]man [A]- [A/C#]uel's [E]veins,
[A]And sin[D/A]ners [A]plunged [A/C#]be[D]neath that [A]flood
[A/C#]Lose [Bm7/D] [A/E]all their [E7]guilt[C#m/E]y [A]stains:
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[A2sus]Lose [A]all [A/C#]their [E]guilt - [A]y [D]stains,
Lose [A]all their [D/A]guilt [A]- [A/C#]y [E]stains;
[A]And sin[D/A]ners [A]plunged [A/C#]be[D]neath that [A]flood
[A/C#]Lose [Bm7/D] [A/E]all their [E7]guilt[C#m/E]y [A]stains.
{eoc}
{c: Verse 2}
[A]The dy[D/A]ing [A]thief [A/C#]re[D]joiced to [A]see
That [A]fountain [D/A]in [A] [A/C#]his [E]day;
[A]And there [D/A]have [A]I, [A/C#]though [D]vile as [A]he,
[A/C#]Washed [Bm7/D] [A/E]all my [E7]sins [C#m/E]a[A]way:
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[A2sus]Washed [A]all [A/C#]my [E]sins [A]a[D]way,
Washed [A]all my [D/A]sins [A] [A/C#]a[E]way;
[A]And there [D/A]have [A]I, [A/C#]though [D]vile as [A]he,
[A/C#]Washed [Bm7/D] [A/E]all my [E7]sins [C#m/E]a[A]way.
{eoc}
{c: Verse 3}
[A]Dear dy[D/A]ing [A]Lamb, [A/C#]Thy [D]precious [A]blood
Shall [A]never [D/A]lose [A] [A/C#]its [E]pow'r,
[A]Till all [D/A]the [A]ran[A/C#]somed [D]Church of [A]God
[A/C#]Be [Bm7] [A/E]saved, to [E7]sin [C#m/E]no [A]more:
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[A2sus]Be [A]saved, [A/C#]to [E]sin [A]no [D]more,
Be [A]saved, to [D/A]sin [A] [A/C#]no [E]more;
[A]Till all [D/A]the [A]ran[A/C#]somed [D]Church of [A]God
[A/C#]Be [Bm7/D] [A/E]saved, to [E7]sin [C#m/E]no [A]more.
{eoc}
{c: Verse 4}
[A]E'er since [D/A]by [A]faith [A/C#]I [D]saw the [A]stream
Thy [A]flowing [D/A]wounds [A] [A/C#]sup[E]ply,
[A]Redeem[D/A]ing [A]love [A/C#]has [D]been my [A]theme,
[A/C#]And [Bm7/D] [A/E]shall be [E7]till [C#m/E]I [A]die:
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[A2sus]And [A]shall [A/C#]be [E]till [A]I [D]die,
And [A]shall be [D/A]till [A] [A/C#]I [E]die;
[A]Redeem[D/A]ing [A]love [A/C#]has [D]been my [A]theme,
[A/C#]And [Bm7/D] [A/E]shall be [E7]till [C#m/E]I [A]die.
{eoc}
{c: Verse 5}
[A]When this [D/A]poor [A]lisp[A/C#]ing [D]stamm'ring [A]tongue
Lie [A]silent [D/A]in [A] [A/C#]the [E]grave,
[A]Then in [D/A]a [A]no[A/C#]bler, [D]sweeter [A]song,
[A/C#]I'll [Bm7/D] [A/E]sing Thy [E7]pow'r [C#m/E]to [A]save:
{soc}
[A2sus]I'll [A]sing [A/C#]Thy [E]pow'r [A]to [D]save,
I'll [A]sing Thy [D/A]pow'r [A] [A/C#]to [E]save;
[A]Then in [D/A]a [A]no[A/C#]bler, [D]sweeter [A]song,
[A/C#]I'll [Bm7/D] [A/E]sing Thy [E7]pow'r [C#m/E]to [A]save.
{eoc}
There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Imman - uel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains:
Lose all their guilt - y stains,
Lose all their guilt - y stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away:
Washed all my sins away,
Washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he,
Washed all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved, to sin no more:
Be saved, to sin no more,
Be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed Church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.
E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die:
And shall be till I die,
And shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue
Lie silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save:
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save.
"There Is A Fountain"
Words by William Cowper. Music by Edwin Othello Excell, Lowell Mason.
Public Domain
CCLI License #355637