261. Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes,

The Saviour 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, the broken hearts to bind,

The bleeding souls to cure,

And with the treasures of His grace

To bless the humble poor.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Thine Advent shall proclaim;

And heaven's eternal arches ring

With Thy beloved Name.