CLXIX. Prisoners delivered from the Pit by the Blood of the Covenant.

YE Pris'ners, who in Bondage lie,
In Darkness and the Pit,
Behold the Grace that sets us free,
And to that Grace submit.

The Tidings of Deliv'rance hear,
Confess the Cov'nant good,
And bless the Ransom GOD hath found
In our Emanuel's Blood.

Justice no more asserts its Claim
Your forseit Lives to take;
But smiling Mercy quick descends
Your heavy Chains to break.

We walk at large, and sing the Hand,
To which we Freedom owe;
And drink those Rivers with Delight,
Which thro' this Desart flow.

He, that hath Liberty bestow'd,
Will give a Kingdom too;
He, that hath loos'd the Bonds of Death,
The Path of Life will show.