640. C. M. Watts. Salvation. 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 death'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.
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