Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
47t Primrose
Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
Music: Amzi Chapin, 1812
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Salvation! O the joyful sound,
’Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sov’reign balm for ev’ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.
Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell’s dark door we lay;
But we arise by grace divine
To see a heav’nly day.
Salvation! Let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
’Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sov’reign balm for ev’ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.
Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell’s dark door we lay;
But we arise by grace divine
To see a heav’nly day.
Salvation! Let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.