Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes!

the Saviour promised long;

Let ev'ry heart exult with joy,

and ev'ry voice be song!

On him the Spirit, largely shed,

exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

his holy breast inspire.

He comes! the pris'ners to relieve,

in Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,

the iron fetters yield.

He comes! from dark'ning scales of vice

to clear the inward sight;

And on the eye-balls of the blind

to pour celestial light.

He comes! the broken hearts to bind,

the bleeding souls to cure;

And with the treasures of his grace

t' enrich the humble poor.

The sacred year has now revolved,

accepted of the Lord,

When Heav'n's high promise is fulfilled,

and Isr'el is restored.

Our glad hosannahs, Prince of Peace!

thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heav'n's exalted arches ring

with thy most honoured name.