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[Salvation! O the joyful sound]

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

1

Salvation! O the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears

2

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

3

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