- Hark, the glad sound! The Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne
And ev'ry voice a song.
- On Him the Spirit largely poured
Exerts Its sacred fire;
Wisdom and might and zeal and love
His holy heart inspire.
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- He comes to set the pris'ners free
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
- He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of His Grace
Enriches all the poor.
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