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 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.