PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful...

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 peace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and - O amazing love! He flew to our relief.

Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he sped; Entered 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.