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103 Derrick


Hark! the glad sound, the Savior comes,
The Savior promised long!
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.
On Him the Spirit largely poured,
Exerts His sacred fire;
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

He comes, the pris'ners 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 oppressed with night
To pour celestial day.

He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure.
And with the treasures of His grace
T'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.

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