Hark the Glad Sound

1 Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes! The Savior promised long; Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.

2 On Him the Spirit, largely poured, Exerts its sacred Fire; Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy Breast inspire.

3 He comes the pris'ners to release, In Satan's bondage held; The gates of brass before Him burst, The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day.

5 He comes the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure; And with the treasures of His grace T'enrich the humble poor.