1 Plung'd in a Gulph of dark Despair,
We wretched Sinners lay,
Without one chearful Beam of Hope,
Or Spark of glimm'ring 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 Pow'rs 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 rais'd above the Skies.]

6 O for this Love let Rocks and Hills
Their lasting Silence break;
And all harmonious human Tongues
The Saviour's Praises speak.

7 Yes, we will praise Thee, dearest Lord,
Our Souls are all on Flame;
Hosanna round the spacious Earth
To thine adored Name.

8 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.