Hymn 2:95 [Infinite Grief! Amazing Woe!]

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Title:     Hymn 2:95 [Infinite Grief! Amazing Woe!]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Look on him whom they pierced, and mourn.

Infinite grief! amazing woe!
Behold my bleeding Lord:
Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death,
And us'd the Roman sword.

O the sharp pangs of smarting pain
My dear Redeemer bore,
When knotty whips and ragged thorns
His sacred body tore!

But knotty whips and ragged thorns
In vain do I accuse;
In vain I blame the Roman bands,
And the more spiteful Jews.

'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were;
Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief the spear.

'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down
Upon his guiltless head:
Break, break, my heart, O burst mine eyes!
And let my sorrows bleed.

Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
Till melting waters flow,
And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:95 [Infinite Grief! Amazing Woe!]

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