By A Collection of Hymns

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

      3 Down from the shining seats above
      With joyful haste he sped;
      Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
      And dwelt among the dead.

      4 O for this love let rocks and hills
      Their lasting silence break,
      And all harmonious human tongues
      The Saviour's praises speak!

      5 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.