Thomas Merritt - Hark the glad sound! The Saviour comes - текст песни (слова)

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 oppressed with night
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 4. On Him the Spirit, largely poured,
 Exerts His sacred fire;
 Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
 His holy breast inspire. 
 
 5. He comes the broken heart to bind,
 The bleeding soul to cure;
 And with the treasures of His grace
 To enrich the humble poor. 
 
 6. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
 Thy welcome shall proclaim
 And heav'n's eternal arches ring
 With Thy beloved name.