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 the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure.
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.
4
Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven’s eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.