Hark, the Glad Sound!

Hark

the glad sound! The Sav­ior comes

The Sav­ior pro­mised long!

Let ev­ery heart pre­pare a throne

And ev­ery voice a song.

On Him the Spir­it

large­ly poured

Exerts its 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 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.

His sil­ver trum­pets publ­ish loud

The ju­bi­lee of the Lord

Our debts are all re­mit­ted now

Our her­it­age re­stored.

Our glad ho­san­nas

Prince of Peace

Thy wel­come shall pro­claim;

And Heav­en’s ete­rnal arch­es ring

With Thy be­lov­èd name.