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PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair We helpless sinners lay, Without one cheering beam of hope, Or spark of dawning day. |
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2 | With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and, O amazing love, He came to our relief. |
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3 | Down from His glorious courts above He came to earth, and bled, Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And lay among the dead. |
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4 | He spoiled the powers of darkness thus, And broke our bitter chains; So Jesus freed our captive souls From everlasting pains. |
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5 | O! for such love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break; And all the host of ransomed tongues The Saviour’s praises speak! |
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6 | O, hosts above, assist our joys On heavenly harps of gold; But even with angelic powers His love can ne’er be told. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |