Hark The Glad Sound / Hark The Glad Sound The Savior Comes [#HarkTheGladSound #TheGladSound #GladSound #TheSaviorComes #SaviorComes]
Song written by:
Original in English: Philip Doddridge (June 1702, London, England, UK – October 26, 1751, Lisbon, Portugal)
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Hark the glad sound the Savior comes
The Savior promised long
Let every heart prepare a throne
And every voice a song
2
On Him the Spirit largely poured
Exerts His sacred fire
Wisdom and might and zeal and love
His holy breast inspire
3
He comes the prisoners to release
In Satan’s bondage held
The gates of brass before Him burst
The iron fetters yield
4
He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray
And on the eyes oppressed with night
To pour celestial day
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He comes the broken heart to bind
The bleeding soul to cure
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor
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His silver trumpets publish loud
The jub’lee of the Lord
Our debts are all remitted now
Our heritage restored
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Our glad hosannas Prince of Peace
Thy welcome shall proclaim
And Heav’n’s eternal arches ring
With Thy belovèd name
Hark The Glad Sound / Hark The Glad Sound The Savior Comes [#HarkTheGladSound #TheGladSound #GladSound #TheSaviorComes #SaviorComes]