Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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1 |
Salvation! O, the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears; A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, A cordial for our fears. |
Salvation! O, the joyful Sound;, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
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! O, the joyful Sound;, Stanza 2 |
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3 |
Salvation! Let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky, Conspire to raise the sound. |
Salvation! O, the joyful Sound;, Stanza 3 |