Salvation.

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 heav'nly day.

Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,

While all the armies of the sky

Conspire to raise the sound.