Hark the glad sound! The Saviour comes;
The Saviour promised long;
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne
And ev'ry voice a song.

He comes the pris'ners to release,
In Satan 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,
T’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.