Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes!
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
Let every heart prepare a throne,
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song,
And every voice a song.
On Him the Spirit, largely
poured,
Exerts His sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.
He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan’s bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him break,
The gates of brass before Him break,
The gates of brass before Him break,
The iron fetters yield,
The iron fetters yield.
He comes, from thickest films of sin
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eye, long closed in night,
And on the eye, long closed in night,
And on the eye, long closed in night,
To pour celestial day,
To pour celestial day.
He comes to bind the broken heart
To make the wounded whole;
To preach glad tidings to the meek,
To preach glad tidings to the meek,
To preach glad tidings to the meek,
And bless the humble poor,
And bless the humble poor.
His silver trumpets publish loud
The jub’lee of the Lord
Our debts are all remitted now
Our heritage restored.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace!
Thine Advent shall proclaim;
And earth and Heaven shall join to sing,
And earth and Heaven shall join to sing,
And earth and Heaven shall join to sing,
The glories of Thy Name,
The glories of Thy Name.
