Hark the Glad Sound

Verse 1

Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes!
The Savior promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

Verse 2

On Him the Spirit, largely poured,
Exerts its sacred Fire; Wisdom and might,
and zeal and love,
His holy Breast inspire.

Verse 3

He comes the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

Verse 4

He comes from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day.

Verse 5

He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of His grace T'enrich the humble poor.

Verse 6

His silver trumpets publish loud The jub'lee of the Lord Our debts are all remitted now Our heritage restored.

Verse 7

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And Heav'n's eternal arches ring With Thy belovèd name.