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Isaac Watts - Hymn 88
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Salvation.

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 heav`nly day.

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