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.