Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Plunged in a gulf of dark despair
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune: Azmon
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 113, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsPlunged in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.
With pitying eye the Prince of Peace
Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and-O, amazing love!
He ran to our relief.
Down from his shining throne above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.
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.