William Walker - Hark, the glad sound - текст песни (слова)

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Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes, 
The Savior promised long; 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song. 
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On Him the Spirit, largely poured, 
Exerts His sacred fire; 
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 
His holy breast inspire. 
3. 
 
 
 
He comes the prisoners to release, 
In Satan's bondage held; 
The gates of brass before Him burst, 
The iron fetters yield. 
4. 
 
 
 
He comes, from thickest films of vice 
To clear the mental ray, 
And on the eyes oppressed with night 
To pour celestial day. 
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He comes the broken heart to bind, 
The bleeding soul to cure; 
And with the treasures of His grace 
To enrich the humble poor. 
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His silver trumpets publish loud 
The jub'lee of the Lord 
Our debts are all remitted now 
Our heritage restored. 
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Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 
Thy welcome shall proclaim; 
And Heav'n's eternal arches ring 
With Thy belovèd Name. 
Lyrics: Phil­ip Dod­dridge , De­cem­ber 28, 1735.