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 poured,
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 eyeballs of the blind
To pour celestial day.
5 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace
T'enrich the humble poor.
6 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 Saviour comes |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | Advent and Christmas |
Notes: | P. Doddridge |