1 Plung'd 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, (O 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 Oh! for this Love let Rocks and Hills
Their lasting Silence break;
And all harmonious human Tongues
The Saviour's Praises speak.
5 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.
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First Line: | Plung"d in a Gulf of dark Despair |
Title: | Praise to the Redeemer |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Praise to the Redeemer |
Notes: | Public Domain. |