Henry Walford Davies - Hark the glad sound - ноты, текст песни (слова)

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 eyeballs of the blind
 To pour celestial day.
 
 4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
 The bleeding soul to cure,
 And with the treasures of His grace
 To enrich the humble poor.
 
 5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
 Thy welcome shall proclaim
 And heaven's eternal arches ring
 With Thy beloved name.