P. Doddridge

C.M.

HARK, the glad sound! The Saviour comes,

The Saviour promised long;

Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

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He comes, the prisoners to release

In Satan’s bondage held;

The gates of brass before Him burst,

The iron fetters yield.

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He comes from thickest films of vice

To clear the mental ray,

And on the sealed eyes of the blind

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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Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heaven’s eternal arches ring

With Thy beloved Name.