1 Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes,
The Savior promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyeballs of the blind
To pour the heav'nly day.
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.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.
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First Line: | Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Advent |