William Billings - Methinks I see my Saviour dear - текст песни (слова)

Methinks I see my Saviour dear on the accursed Tree; 
Methinks I see his bleeding Wounds, Which he receiv'd for me. 
Infinite Grief, amazing Woe, Behold our bleeding Lord; 
Hell and the Jews conspir'd his Death, and us'd the Roman sword. 
'Twere you, my Sins, my cruel Sins, His chief Tormenters were; 
Each of my Crimes became a Nail, and Unbelief the Spear. 
'Twere you that pull'd the Vengeance down Upon his guiltless Head; 
Break, break, my Heart, Oh burst mine Eyes, And let my sorrow bleed.