The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#II.88

II.88. Hymn 88

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.

Text Information

• First Line: Salvation! O the joyful sound!
• Title: Hymn 88
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806
• Notes: Public Domain.

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