Salem rise, Vital spark of heavenly flame! We give immortal praise, 27 When all thy mercies, O my God, When gath'ring clouds around I view, Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 29 Whene'er the angry passions rise, Salvation doth to God belong, 37 17 9 5 nigh, 25 32 36 When I can read my title clear, 18 When, Lord, to this our Western Salvation O the joyful sound, 6 land, |