The Psalms of David ‎#II.XCV

II.XCV. Infinite Grief! 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 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Infinite Grief! amazing woe!
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Look on him, whom they pierced, and mourn

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