Isaac Watts · 455 of 724

Hymn 97

Buried in shadows of the night We lie till Christ restores the light; Wisdom descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind.

Our guilty souls are drowned in tears Till his atoning blood appears; Then we awake from deep distress, And sing, "The Lord our Righteousness."

Our very frame is mixed with sin, His Spirit makes our natures clean Such virtues from his suff'rings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too.

Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks.

Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness; Thou art our mighty All, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.