Hark, the Glad Sound!

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

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

He comes from thickest films of viceTo clear the mental rayAnd on the eyeballs of the blindTo pour the heav’nly day.

He comes the broken heart to bind,The bleeding soul to cureAnd with the treasures of His graceT’ enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,Thy welcome shall proclaim.And heaven’s eternal arches ringWith Thy beloved name.