International Song Service ‎#254

254. Praise to the Redeemer

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

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Behold 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;
Entered 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 note,
His love can ne'er be told.

Text Information

• First Line: Plunged in a gulf of dark despair
• Title: Praise to the Redeemer
• Author: Rev. Isaac Watts
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1895

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