Salvation – oh, 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 specious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
— Isaac Watts (1674 – 1748)