Salvation! O the Joyful Sound
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Salvation - O the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears,
A sovereign balm for every 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 heavenly day.
Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
