Uploaded October 2018 | Updated September 2026, 4 days ago

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Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Text: Isaac Watts | Tune: DALEHURST

Infinite grief! amazing woe!
Behold my suffering Lord!
Both earth and hell conspired His death,
According to His Word.

O, the sharp pangs of smarting pain
My dear Redeemer bore,
When savage whips and rugged thorns
His sacred body tore.

But my own sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were;
For every sin became a nail,
And unbelief the spear.

’Twas I that brought such judgement down
Upon the guiltless One;
Break, then, my heart, and weep my eyes!
To feel what I have done.

Come, mighty grace, my stony heart
Cause now to melt and flow,
Till deep repentance draws me near,
Thy pardoning voice to know.