8 Hark the glad sound! the Saviour's come!
The Saviour promis'd long!
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.

9 On him the Spirit largely pour'd
Exerts its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love
His holy breast inspire.

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

11 He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.

12 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And, with his righteousness and grace,
T' enrich the humble poor.

13 His gospel trumpets publish loud
The jub'lee of the Lord;
His people are redeemed and now,
Their heritage resto'd.

14 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.