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The great salvation.
Heb. 2:3.
To him who did salvation bring, Wake every tuneful power, and sing A song of sweetest praise: His grace diffuses as the rains Crown nature’s flowery hills and plains, And spread a thousand ways. | 2 Salvation is the noblest song, O may it dwell on every tongue, And all repeat, Amen! The Lord will come from heaven to earth To give his people second birth, And make them one again. | 3 We feel redemption drawing near; We soon in glory shall appear, And be for ever blessed: His promise never can delay, Our Jesus, on th’ appointed day, Will give his people rest. | 4 By faith we view him coming down, With angels hovering all around; He smiles upon his saints: He cries aloud in melting strains, I come to save you from your pains, And end your sore complaints. | 5 The smiling millions rise and sing All glory! glory to our King; The Grand Assize is come! You everlasting doors, fly wide; The Church is glorious as a bride, And Jesus takes her home. | 6 In all the heavens there’s not a tear, Nor in the realms of bliss a fear, 405 But pleasure yet unknown: From heaven to heaven we sound the bliss, O what a blest abode is this, For ever round the throne! | 7 The joys of heaven will never end; All glory to the sinner’s Friend! Roll on, you happy scenes! You wingéd seraphs, help us praise The Author of eternal joys! Our Jesus ever reigns. | |