HLXVIII. Infinite Grief1 amazing Woe!

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.

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First Line: Infinite Grief1 amazing Woe!
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
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