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Primrose

C.M.

Chapin

Watts

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 heavenly day.

3.

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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