Songs

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes

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

2	He comes the prisoners to release, 
	In Satan’s bondage held; 
	The gates of brass before Him burst, 
	The iron fetters yield. 

3	He comes, from thickest films of vice
	To clear the mental ray,
	And on the eyes-balls of blind
	To pour celestial day.

4	He comes the broken heart to bind, 
	The bleeding soul to cure;
	And with the treasures of His grace 
	To enrich the humble poor.

5	Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
	Thy welcome shall proclaim;
	And heaven’s eternal arches ring
	With Thy loved name.

					P. Doddridge