Hark the glad sound

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An hymn by Philip Doddridge, published posthumously in 1755. Meter is 86. 86 (C.M.).

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Doddridge, 1755

1. 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 its 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 eyeballs of the blind
To pour celestial day.

5. He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of his grace
To enrich the humble poor.

6. His silver trumpets publish loud
The Jubilee of the Lord;
Our debts are all remitted now,
Our heritage restored.

7. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

 

Another Version

1  Hark the glad sound! The Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2  He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

3  He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyes oppressed with night
To pour celestial day.

4  On Him the Spirit, largely poured,
Exerts His sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

5  He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure;
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.

6  His silver trumpets publish loud
The jub’lee of the Lord:
Our debts are all remitted now
Our heritage restored.

7  Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim
And heav'n's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.

 

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