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The great Salvation. 1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears; .
A cordial for our fears.
At hell's dark door we lay;
To see a heav'nly day.
The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound..
1 SALVATION! O the pow'r and love
That here triumphant reign, .
To life and GOD again!
Each stubborn soul subdue,
Than ever mortals knew. 3 Salvation ! 0 Thou bleeding LAMB!
To Thee the praise belongs : Salvation shall inspire our hearts, .
And dwell upon our tongues.
The gladly solemn sound !
To earth's remotest bound,
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Through all the lands proclaim : The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive ;
And blest in Jesus live:?
The news of pard'ning grace :
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home... 5 Jesus our great High Priest
Has full atonement made:
Ye mournful souls, be glad !
i Now.begin the heav'nly theme, Sing aloud the SAVIOUR's Name: Ye, who JESU's kindness prove, Triumph in-Redeeming Love.
2 Ye, who see the FATHER's grace
Beaming in IMMANUEL's face,
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears ;
4 Ye, alas ! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin,
Stop and taste-Redeeming Love. 5 Welcome, all by sin opprest,
Welcome to His sacred rest;
6 Hither all your music bring,
Strike aloud the cheerful string;
1 PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.
Beheld our helpless grief ; He saw, and (O amazing love !)
He ran to our relief.
3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste He fled, Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
4 He spoild the pow'rs of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains : JESUS has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.
5 O for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues , The SAVIOUR's praises speak!
6 Yes, we will praise Thee, dearest LORD;
Our souls are all on flame: Hosanna round the spacious earth
To Thine adored Name..... ...
i THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from IMMANUEL's veins;
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 Dear dying LAMB, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose it's pow'r,
Be say'd to sin no more.
3 E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die. ..
* Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save, When this poor lisping stamm’ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
5 LORD, I believe Thou hast prepar'd
(Unworthy though I be) For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!
6 'Tis strung, and tun'd, for endless years,
And form’d by pow'r divine,
No other Name but Thine.