This hymn has been on my mind since last Sunday, and I just thought I'd share it with you all. I like all of Isaac Watt's hymns but this one is particularly good. You see I have this irrational fear of worms. They freak me out. They gross and slimy and dirty and slimy and . . . well, I don't like them - at all. The thought that, in comparison to God, we are nothing more - nothing better - than a gross, slimy worm and He still sent His Son to die for me, for us? That's incredible.
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 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 God, 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.
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away;
'Tis all that I can do.
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