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1 Infinite grief! amazing woe!
Behold my bleeding Lord!
Hell and the Jews conspire his death,
And use the Roman sword.
2 Oh! the sharp pangs of smarting pain
My dear Redeemer bore,
When knotty whips, and ragged thorns,
His sacred body tore!
3 But knotty whips, and ragged thorns,
In vain do I accuse;
In vain I blame the Roman bands,
And more insulting Jews:
4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were;
Each of my crimes became a nail;
And unbelief — the spear.
5 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down
Upon his guiltless head:
Break, break, my heart — Oh, burst mine eyes,
And let my sorrows bleed!
6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
Till melting waters flow;
And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe!
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First Line: | Infinite grief, amazing woe |
Title: | Look on him when they pierced, and mourn |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |