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 eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day. 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of His grace To enrich the humble poor. 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim And heaven's eternal arches ring With Thy beloved name.