Text:Look on him whom they pierced and mourn

CCCXXVIII. Look on him whom they pierced and mourn

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.

Text Information
First Line: Infinite grief, amazing woe
Title: Look on him whom they pierced and mourn
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
Topic: Christ: Chastised for us
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