1 Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long:
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice be song.
2 On Him the Spirit, largely pour'd,
Exerts His sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
his holy breast inspire.
3 He comes the prisoners to relieve,
In Satan’s bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
4 He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyes oppress'd with night
To pour celestial day.
5 He comes the broken hearts to bind,
the bleeding souls to cure;
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.
6 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven’s exalted arches ring
With Thy belovèd Name.
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