1 Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a home,
And every voice a song.

2 On him the Spirit, largely poured,
Abides with holy fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His sacred breast inspire.

3 He comes the prisoners to release,
In wretched bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And, with the treasures of his grace,
Enrich the humble poor.

5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace!
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.