Hymn 119:
Hark! the glad sound! the Savior comes,
the Savior promised long:
let every heart prepare a throne,
and every voice a song.
He comes the prisoners to release
in Satan's bondage held;
the gates of brass before him burst,
the iron fetters yield.
He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.
He comes, the broken heart to bind,
the bleeding soul to cure;
and with the treasures of his grace
to enrich the humble poor.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
thy welcome shall proclaim;
and heaven's eternal arches ring
with thy beloved Name.
Hark! the glad sound! the Savior comes,
the Savior promised long:
let every heart prepare a throne,
and every voice a song.
He comes the prisoners to release
in Satan's bondage held;
the gates of brass before him burst,
the iron fetters yield.
He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.
He comes, the broken heart to bind,
the bleeding soul to cure;
and with the treasures of his grace
to enrich the humble poor.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
thy welcome shall proclaim;
and heaven's eternal arches ring
with thy beloved Name.
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