Hark the glad sound

Lyrics
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 Hе comes from thickest films of vice To clеar the mental ray And on the eyeballs 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 beloved name
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Credits
- Writers
- Henry Walford Davies
- Philip Doddridge