Salvation! O, melodious sound,|
To wretched, dying men!
Salvation that from God proceeds,
And leads to God again.
Rescued from hell's eternal gloom,
From fiends, and fires, and chains;
Raised to a paradise of bliss,
Where love triumphant reigns.
But may a poor, bewildered soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye
To blessings so divine?
The luster of so bright a bliss
My feeble hear o'erbears
But unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.
My Saviour God, no voice but thine
These dying hopes can raise;
Speak thy salvation to my soul,
And turn my prayer to praise.