Plunged in a Gulf of Dark Despair

Plunged in a gulf of dark des­pair

We wretch­ed sin­ners lay

Without one cheer­ful beam of hope

Or spark of glim­mer­ing day.

With pi­ty­ing eyes the Prince of grace

Beheld our help­less grief;

He saw

and

O amaz­ing love!

He ran to our re­lief.

Down from the shin­ing seats ab­ove

With joy­ful haste He fled

Entered the grave in mor­tal flesh

And dwelt among the dead.

He spoiled the powers of dark­ness thus

And brake our ir­on chains;

Jesus hath freed our cap­tive souls

From ev­er­last­ing pains.

In vain the baf­fled prince of hell

His curs­èd pro­jects tries

We that were doomed his end­less slaves

Are raised above the skies.

O for this love let rocks and hills

Their last­ing si­lence break

And all har­mo­ni­ous hu­man tongues

The Sav­ior’s prais­es speak.

Yes

we will praise Thee

dear­est Lord

Our souls are all on flame;

Hosannah round the spa­cious earth

To Thine adored name.

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.