The Saviour Comes

Hark, the glad sound! the Lord has come, The Saviour promised long; Let ev' ry heart prepare a throne, And ev' ry voice a song.

He comes, the Sun of Righteousness, To roll earth' s clouds away, And make its desert wilderness Bloom in eternal day.

He comes the pris' ner to release, In Satan' s bondage held; The gates of death before him burst, Sin' s binding fetters yield.

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

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