SPANKING ROGER

Salvation! O the joyful sound! Salvation! O the joyful sound
What pleasure to our ears, what pleasure to our ears
A sovereign balm for every wound;  a sovereign balm for every wound
A cordial for our fears; a cordial for our fears
A sovereign balm for every wound; a cordial for our fears.

Salvation! Let the echo fly! Salvation! Let the echo fly
The spacious earth around, the spacious earth around
While all the armies of the sky; while all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound, conspire to raise the sound
While all the armies of the sky conspire to raise the sound.

Salvation! O thou bleeding lamb, Salvation! O thou bleeding lamb
To thee the praise belongs, to thee the praise belongs
Salvation shall inspire our hearts, salvation shall inspire our hearts
And dwell upon our tongues, and dwell upon our tongues
Salvation shall inspire our hearts and dwell upon our tongues.

James Nuttall (1745-1806)
Transcribed/edited by Jean Seymour (1991)