HYMN 9, C. M.
Godly sorrow arising from the sufferings of Christ.
by Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

las! and did my Savior bleed?
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

[Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, thine,
And bathed in its own blood,
While all exposed to wrath divine
The glorious Suff’rer stood!]

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.

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.

—from The Psalms & Hymns of Isaac Watts. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book II: Composed on Divine Subjects

salme 121 (Geneva Bible)
A song of degrees.

1 I will lift mine eyes vnto the mouuntaines, from whence mine helpe shall come.
2 Mine helpe commeth from the Lord, which hath made the heauen and the earth.
3 He wil not suffer thy foote to slippe: for he that keepeth thee, will not slumber.
4 Beholde, he that keepeth Israel, wil neither slumber nor sleepe.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shadow at thy right hand.
6 The sunne shall not smite thee by day, nor the moone by night.
7 The Lord shall preserue thee from all euil: he shall keepe thy soule.
8 The Lorde shall preserue thy going out, and thy comming in from henceforth & for euer.

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