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383 Azmon


Plunged in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheering beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.

Chorus:

Hallelujah! hallelujah! hallelujah!

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

(Chorus)

Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste He fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

(Chorus)



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