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1 Plung'd in a gulph 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 O, 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: | Plunged in a gulph of dark despair |
Title: | Praise to the Redeemer |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1783 |