hark the glad sound

Hark the glad sound! The Saviour comes,

The Saviour promised long;

Let every heart prepare a throne,

And 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 the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure,

And with the treasures of His grace

To enrich the humble poor.




Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heaven's eternal arches ring

With Thy belovèd name