124. Praise to the Redeemer

1 Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief,
He saw, and (O amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste he fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus hath freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.

5 In vain the baffled prince of hell
His cursed projects tries,
We that were doom'd his endless slaves
Are raised above the skies.

6 O for this love, let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Savior’s praises speak.

7 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.

Text Information
First Line: Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair
Title: Praise to the Redeemer
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1845
Topic: Christ: Salvation Through Him
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