1 Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long:
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a 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 release,
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 oppres'd with night,
to pour celestial day.
5 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure:
And with the treasures of his grace
To enrich the humble poor.
6 The sacred year has now revolved,
accepted of the Lord,
When Heav’n’s high promise is fulfilled,
and Isr’el is restored.
7 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven’s eternal arches ring
With thy belovèx name.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes |
Meter: | C.M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1874 |
Topic: | The Christian Year: Advent Anthems |
Notes: | first rank hymn |