Buried in Shadows of the Night

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 suf­fer­ings flow

At once to cleanse

and par­don

too.

Jesus be­holds where Sa­tan reigns

Binding his slaves in hea­vy chains;

He sets the pri­son­ers 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.