Songs 39

¹Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes!

the Saviour promis’d long;

Let ev’ry heart exult with joy,

and ev’ry voice be song!

²On him the Spirit, largely shed,

exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,

his holy breast inspire.

³He comes! the pris’ners to relieve,

in Satan’s bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,

the iron fetters yield.

⁴He comes! from dark’ning scales of vice

to clear the inward sight;

And on the eye‐balls of the blind

to pour celestial light.

⁵He comes! the broken hearts to bind,

the bleeding souls to cure;

And with the treasures of his grace

t’ enrich the humble poor.

⁶The sacred year has now revolv’d,

accepted of the Lord,

When Heav’n’s high promise is fulfill’d,

and Isr’el is restor’d.

⁷Our glad hosannahs, Prince of Peace!

thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heav’n’s exalted arches ring

with thy most honour’d name.