Hymn 48
Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes
Gbọ ‘gb ayọ! Oluwa de
- Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour 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 from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyes-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day. - 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,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And Heaven’s eternal arches ring
With Thy belovèd Name. Amen.