IW
Verse 1
Salvation! O, the joyful sound!
’Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
Isaac Watts, “Salvation! O, the Joyful Sound!”