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.
|First Line:||Salvation, O the joyful sound!|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1707)|