Salvation, O the joyful sound!
‚Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sov’reign balm for ev’ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

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.

Salvation! Let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

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