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.
First Line: | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair |
Title: | Praise to the Redeemer |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Plunged in a gulph of dark despair. I. Watts. [Praise to Jesus, the Redeemer.] First published in his Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707, in 8 stanzas of 4 lines, and headed "Praise to the Redeemer." In G. Whitefield's Hymns for Social Worship, &c, 1753, st. i.-iii., vi., viii. were given as No. 104. This form of the text was repeated by M. Madan in his Psalms & Hymns, 1760, with the change in st. ii., 1. 4, of "He ran" to "He came to our relief." Through frequent repetition this became the recognised form of the hymn in Church of England hymn-books. Other forms of the text, all beginning with the first stanza, are also in common use in Great Britain and America.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)