もろびとこぞりて
Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes,
the Savior promised long;
let every heart prepare a throne,
and every 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 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 oppressed with night
to pour celestial day.