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SALVATION.
What peace is this that springs within my mind;
What light and joy, where all was dark and blind?
How lovely all creation looks to me!
Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be?
What light and joy, where all was dark and blind?
How lovely all creation looks to me!
Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be?
My weight of guilt has hasted all away;
I cannot make one thought of sadness stay;
From God, in terror, I no longer flee,—
Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be?
I cannot make one thought of sadness stay;
From God, in terror, I no longer flee,—
Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be?
All Nature seems to echo, “God is love!”
Sweet voice! it rings around me and above;
That glorious God, my spirit sighs to see,—
Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be?
Sweet voice! it rings around me and above;
That glorious God, my spirit sighs to see,—
Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be?
Ye men of God, I love your blest retreat;
I love your names; converse with you is sweet;
To dwell in God's dear house, is bliss to me,—
Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be?
I love your names; converse with you is sweet;
To dwell in God's dear house, is bliss to me,—
Tell me, my soul, can this Salvation be?
O blessed, gracious Saviour, well I know,
'T is from Thy love these fond emotions flow;
'T is from Salvation's fount, so full and free,
These joys, so pure and grateful, come to me.
'T is from Thy love these fond emotions flow;
'T is from Salvation's fount, so full and free,
These joys, so pure and grateful, come to me.
While to the cross, my heart, dependent, clings,
“Glory to God!” my happy spirit sings.
No storms of earth my pleasure can impair;
Peace fills my bosom,—peace is rooted there.
“Glory to God!” my happy spirit sings.
No storms of earth my pleasure can impair;
Peace fills my bosom,—peace is rooted there.
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