XXXVI. GOD'S saying to the Soul, that he is its Salvation.

SALVATION! O melodious Sound
To wretched dying Men!
Salvation, that from GOD proceeds,
And leads to GOD again.

Rescu'd from Hell's eternal Gloom,
From Fiends and Fires, and Chains:
Rais'd to a Paradise of Bliss,
Where Love and Glory reigns.

But O! may a degen'rate Soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling Eye
To Blessings so divine?

The Lustre of so bright a Bliss
My feeble Heart o'erbears;
And 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 its Tears to Praise.

My Saviour GOD, this broken Voice
Transported shall proclaim,
And call on all th' Angelick Harps
To sound so sweet a Name.