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[Verse 1]
GAlas! and did my D7Savior Gbleed, and did my Sovereign D7die! Would Ghe devote that CsacrGed head Gfor Csuch a D7worm as GI.
[Verse 2]
GWas it for crimes that I D7had Gdone he groaned upon the D7tree! GAmazing pit-y! GCrace Gunknown! GAnd Clove bD7eyond dGegree!
[Verse 3]
GWell might the sun in dD7arkness Ghide, and shut it's glories D7in, when GGod, the mighty MCaker, dGied Gfor Chis own cD7reature's Gsin.
[Verse 4]
GThus might I hide my D7blushing fGace while his dear cross apD7pears; disGsolve my heart in CthankfulGness, Gand Cmelt mine eD7yes to tGears.
[Verse 5]
GBut drops of tears can nD7e'er re-Gpay The debt of love I D7owe; Here, GLord, I give Cmyself a-Gway, G'tis aCll that D7I can Gdo.