Infinite Grief! Amazing Woe!

Verse 1

Infinite grief! amazing woe!
Behold my bleeding Lord:
Hell and the Jews conspir’d his death,
And us’d the Roman sword.

Verse 2

O the sharp pangs of smarting pain
My dear Redeemer bore,
When knotty whips and ragged thorns
His sacred body tore!

Verse 3

But knotty whips and ragged thorns
In vain do I accuse;
In vain I blame the Roman bands,
And the more spiteful Jews.

Verse 4

’Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were;
Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief the spear.

Verse 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.

Verse 6

Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
Till melting waters flow,
And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe.