Hark, the Glad Sound

Hark the glad sound! The Savior comes,
the Savior promised long;
let ev'ry heart prepare a throne
and ev'ry voice a song.

He comes the pris'ners to release,
in Satan’s bondage held;
the gates of brass before him burst,
the iron fetters yield.

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,
your welcome shall proclaim,
and heav'n’s eternal arches ring,
with your beloved name.