1 Bury'd 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.
2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears Till his atoning blood appears, Then we awake from deep distress, And sing, "The Lord our Righteousness."
3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin, His Spirit makes our natures clean; Such virtues from his sufferings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too.
4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the prisoners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks.
5 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.