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Infinite grief, amazing woe

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A New and Choice Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the Use of the Regular Baptist Church. 10th ed. #d260 (1877) Languages: English
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Infinite grief, amazing woe

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Choice Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of the Baptist Church and all lovers of song #267 (1877) Languages: English
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Infinite grief, amazing woe

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors to which are added, a number never before published. #328 (1810)
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Infinite grief! amazing woe

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship #461 (1835)
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Infinite grief, amazing woe

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn Book #564 (1859)
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Infinite grief! amazing woe!

Hymnal: The Columbian Repository #599 (1803)
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Infinite grief, amazing woe

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A New Selection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #806 (1839) Languages: English
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Infinite Grief1 amazing Woe!

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #HLXVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Infinite Grief! amazing Woe! behold my bleeding Lord! Hell and the Jews conspir'd his Death, and us'd 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 the more spightful 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 undissembl'd Woe. Languages: English
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Hymn 95

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.95 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Infinite grief! amazing woe! Lyrics: Infinite grief! amazing woe! Behold my bleeding Lord! Hell and the Jews conspired his death, And used 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 pulled 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. Languages: English
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Look on him whom they pierced, and mourn

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.XCV (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Infinite grief! amazing woe! Lyrics: 1 Infinite grief! amazing woe! Behold my bleeding Lord! Hell and the Jews conspire his death, And us'd the Roman sword. 2 O, 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 the more spiteful 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 veng'ance down Upon his guiltless head; Break, break, my heart! O 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. Languages: English

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