Glad Tidings

Verse 1

What a divine harmonious sound The gospel-trumpet gives; No music can with it compare; The soul that knows it lives.

Verse 2

Ten thousand blessings it contains, Divinely rich and free, For helpless, wretched, ruined man, Though vile and base as we.

Verse 3

It speaks of pardon, full and free, Through Christ, the Lamb once slain; Whose blood can cleanse the foulest soul, And take away all stain.

Verse 4

The vilest sinner out of hell, Who lives to feel his need, Is welcome to a Throne of Grace, The Saviour’s blood to plead.

Verse 5

The Lord delights to hear them cry, And knock at mercy’s door; ’Tis grace that makes them feel their need, And pray to him for more.

Verse 6

Nor will he send them empty back, Nor fright them from the door; The Father has in Jesus stored All blessings for the poor.