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Hymn #85: Plunged In A Gulf Of Dark Despair

Hymn #84 Hymn #86


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85 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair

We wretched sinners lay,

Without one cheerful beam of hope,

Or spark of glimm'ring day.

With pitying eyes the Prince of grace

Beheld our helpless grief;

He saw, and — O, amazing love! —

He ran to our relief.

Down from the shining seats above

With joyful haste He fled,

Entered the grave in mortal flesh,

And dwelt among the dead.

He spoiled the pow'rs of darkness thus,

And broke our iron chains;

Jesus hath freed our captive souls

From everlasting pains.

Oh, for this love let rocks and hills

Their lasting silence break,

And all harmonious human tongues

The Saviour's praises speak.

Hymn #84 Hymn #86