Hark, the Glad Sound!

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 the broken heart to bind, the bleeding soul to cure, and with the treasures of his grace, to enrich the humble poor. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, your welcome shall proclaim, and heaven's eternal arches ring with your beloved name.