C. M.

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 heavenly day.

Salvation! Let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.