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Infinite Grief! amazing Woe!

Hymnal: Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scriptural Collection #LXVIII (1765) 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 undissembled Woe. Languages: English

Infinite Grief! amazing Woe

Hymnal: Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns, Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scripture Collection #LXVIII (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 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 flinty Soul, till melting Waters flow, And deep Repentance drown mine Eyes in undissembled Woe. Languages: English

Infinite Grief! amazing woe!

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XCV (1766) 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, 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. Topics: Look on him, whom they pierced, and mourn Languages: English