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 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 heav'n's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved Name
Alternate verse:
On Him the Spirit, largely poured
Exerts His sacred fire
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love
His holy breast inspire
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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 eyes oppressed with night
To pour celestial day
His silver trumpets publish loud
The jub'lee of the Lord
Our debts are all remitted now
Our heritage restored
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