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,
Your Welcome Shall Proclaim;
And Heaven’s Eternal Arches Ring
With Your Beloved Name.