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