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 eyeballs 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,
T’ enrich the humble poor.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven’s eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.
Written by Philip Doddridge
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #58.
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title. Such is the case with this one.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2018