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.

Isaac Watts

Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #65.

Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title or simply use the first line.

Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2021

Information about Horatius Bonar from Hymnary.org

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