Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#155

155. Plunged in a gulf of dark despair

1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief,
He saw, and (oh, amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste He fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

5 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour’s praises speak.

6 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne’er be told.

Text Information

• First Line: Plunged in a gulf of dark despair
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Christ: Praise to; Gratitude: for the atonement; Praise: To Christ; Thanksgiving: For Redemption
• Notes: Author from index: Watts

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