William Tansur - St. Martin's - текст песни (слова)

Rejoice, rejoice! The Saviour comes, 
 The Saviour 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 brokenheart to bind, 
 The bleeding soul to cure, 
 And with the treasures of His grace 
 To bless the humble poor.
 
 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
 Thy wellcome shall proclaim; 
 And heav'n's eternal arches ring 
 With Thy beloved name.