1 Salvation! O melodious sound
To wretched dying men!
Salvation, that from God proceeds,
And leads to God again.

2 Rescu'd from Hell's eternal gloom,
From fiends, and fires, and chains:
Rais'd to a Paradise of bliss,
Where love triumphant reigns!

3 But may a poor bewilder'd soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye
To blessings so divine?

4 The lustre of so bright a bliss
My feeble heart o'erbears;
And unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.

5 My Savior God, no voice but thine
These dying hopes can raise:
Speak thy salvation to my soul,
And turn my prayer to praise.