1 Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes,
The Savior promised long;
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song,
And ev'ry voice a song.

2 He comes the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield,
The iron fetters yield.

3 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace
T'enrich the humble poor,
T'enrich the humble poor.

4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name,
With Thy beloved name.

Amen.