He hath sent Me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives. Isaiah 61:1
Words: Philip Doddridge, December 28, 1735.
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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 its 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 eye-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.
His silver trumpets publish loud
The jubilee of the Lord
Our debts are all remitted now,
Our heritage restored.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And Heaven’s eternal arches ring
With Thy belovèd name.
* Based on lines from Pope’s 1712 Messiah:
He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, and on the sightless eyeball pour the day.