HARK THE GLAD SOUND
by TBA
1 HARK! the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes, the prisoners to release
In Satan’s bondage held:
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the darkness of the blind
To pour celestial day.
4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And Heaven’s eternal arches ring
With Thy belovèd name.