Plunged in a gulf of dark despair
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Plunged in a gulf of dark despair,We wretched sinners lay,Without one cheering beam of hope,Or spark of glimmering day.
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With pitying eyes the Prince of graceBeheld our helpless grief:He saw, and, O amazing love!He came to our relief.
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Down from the shining courts above,With joyful haste he sped,Entered the grave in mortal flesh,And dwelt among the dead.
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O for this love let rocks and hillsTheir lasting silence break;And all harmonious human tongues,The Saviour's praises speak.