Verse 1
Hark! the glad sound, the
Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long,
Let ev’ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev’ry voice a song.
Verse 2
He comes, the prisoner to release
In Satan’s bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him[burst.
The iron fetters yield.
Verse 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.
Verse 4
Our glad hosannas, prince of peace
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven’s eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.
P. Doddridge