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Look on him when they pierced, and mourn

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #H.XLVII (1785) First Line: Infinite grief, amazing woe Lyrics: 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! Languages: English
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Look on him whom they pierced and mourn

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCXXVIII (1799) 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 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 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 vengeance down Upon his guiltless head; Break, break, my heart, oh, burst, mine eyes, And let my sorrows bleed. 6 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mine eyes In undissembled woe. Topics: Christ Chastised for us Languages: English
Look on him whom they pierced and mourn
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Look on him whom they pierced and mourn

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCXXVIII (1802) 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 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 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 vengeance down Upon his guiltless head; Break, break, my heart, oh, burst, mine eyes, And let my sorrows bleed. 6 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul, Till melting waters flow, And deep repentance drown mine eyes In undissembled woe. Topics: Christ Chastised for us Languages: English
Look on him whom they pierced and mourn
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Look on him when they pierced, and mourn

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #XLVII (1786) First Line: Infinite grief, amazing woe Lyrics: 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! Languages: English
Look on him when they pierced, and mourn
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Look on him when they pierced, and mourn

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #XLVII (1786) First Line: Infinite grief, amazing woe Lyrics: 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! Languages: English
Look on him when they pierced, and mourn
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Look on him when they pierced, and mourn

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XLVII (1787) First Line: Infinite grief, amazing woe Lyrics: 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! Languages: English
Look on him when they pierced, and mourn
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Look on him when they pierced, and mourn

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XLVII (1790) First Line: Infinite grief, amazing woe Lyrics: 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! Languages: English
Look on him when they pierced, and mourn
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Infinite grief, amazing wo!

Hymnal: The New and Most Complete Collection of Camp, Social and Prayer Meeting Hymns and Spiritual Songs Now in Use #111 (1830)
Infinite grief, amazing wo!
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Infinite grief! amazing wo!

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Pocket Hymns #135 (1867)
Infinite grief! amazing wo!
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Infinite grief! amazing wo!

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #384 (1835)
Infinite grief! amazing wo!

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