32 Hymn 16.
C. M.
“Hark! The glad sound, the Saviour comes.”
Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long; Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. | Our glad Hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim; And heaven’s eternal arches ring With thy beloved name. | 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 eye balls of the blind 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. | |