February 21, 2010

Salvation, Oh the Joyful Sound- Song a Sunday

Salvation, Oh the Joyful sound,
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sov'reign balm for ev'ry 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.
Words by Isaac Watts
Sung to the tune Primrose
by Amzi Chapin

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