509. Hark the glad sound
Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes,
the Saviour promised long ;
Take up the word, ye blood- bought saints,
Renew the gladsome song.
He comes creation to release,
in Satan's bondage held ;
The tyrant’s thraldom to destroy,
And make th’ usurper yield.
He comes the mighty foe to bind,
The groaning earth to free ;
And, chief of all God’s priceless gifts,
Himself its Lord to be.
Hosannas glad, Thou Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim ;
And all creation shall rejoice
In Thy belovèd name.