Hark! the glad sound! the Savior comes,

The Savior promised long:

Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

He comes, the prisoners to release,

In Satan's bondage held:

The gates of brass before him burst,

The iron fetters yield.

He comes, from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray,

And on the eyes oppressed with night

To pour celestial day.

He comes, the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure:

And with the treasures of his grace

To enrich the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim:

And heaven's eternal arches ring

With thy beloved Name.

Amen.