Hark, the Glad Sound

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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 5

His silver trumpets publish loud The Lord’s high jubilee; Our debts are all remitted now, Our heritage is free.

Verse 6

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Your welcome shall proclaim, And Heav’n’s eternal arches ring With your beloved name.