Hymnal ‎#15

15. Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes

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.

Text Information

• First Line: Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871
• Notes: first rank hymn

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