47a. Primrose

1. Salvation, O the joyful sound, ’Tis pleasure to our ears; A sov’reign balm for ev’ry wound, A cordial for our fears. 2. Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell’s dark door we lay; But we arise by grace divine To see a heav’nly day. 3. Salvation! Let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.

Text Information
First Line: Salvation, O the joyful sound!
Title: Primrose
Author: Isaac Watts (1707)
Publication Date: 1991
Meter: C. M.
Tune Information
Composer: Amzi Chapin (1812)
Meter: C. M.
Key: A Major

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