CCLXII. Believing with the Heart, and confessing with the Mouth, necessary to Salvation.

AND is Salvation brought so near,
Where sinful Men expiring lie?
Triumph, my Soul, the Sound to hear,
And shout it joyous to the Sky.

I ask not, who to Heav'n shall scale,
That Christ the Saviour thence may come;
Or who Earth's inmost Depths assail
To bring him from the dreary Tomb.

From Heav'n on Wings of Love he flew,
And Conqu'ror from the Tomb he sprung:
My Heart believes the Witness true,
And dictates to my faithful Tongue.

I sing Salvation brought so near,
No more on Earth expiring lie;
I teach the World my Joys to hear,
And shout them to the ecchoing Sky.