Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1829
Compiler: B W Stone and T Adams
Publisher/Printer: N L Finnell
First Line: Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair
Topic: Praise
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 177
Page Number: 202, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsPlung'd in a gulph of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheering beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.
With pitying eyes the prince of grace,
Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and (O, amazing love!)
He flew to our relief.
Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste be fled;
Enter'd the grave, in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus,
And broke our iron chains:
Jesus has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.
In vain the baffl'd prince of hell
His cursed projects tries;
We that were doom'd his endless slaves,
Are rais'd above the skies.
O for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious, human tongues,
The Saviour's praises speak.
Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord,
Our souls are all on flame;
Hosanna, 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.