1 Hark! the glad sound! The Savior comes!
The Savior promised long!
Let ev’ry heart prepare a throne,
and ev’ry voice a song.
On him the Spirit largely poured
exerts its sacred fire,
wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
his holy breast inspire.
2 He comes the pris’ners 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.
3 His silver trumpets publish loud
the day of jubilee.
Our debts are all remitted now,
he sets the people free.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
thy welcome shall proclaim,
and heav’n’s eternal arches ring
with thy beloved name.
Source: Voices Together #217
|First Line:||Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes|
|Title:||Hark, the Glad Sound|
|Author:||Philip Doddridge (1735)|