Hark! Hear the Sound

Hark! hear the sound

on earth ’tis found;

My soul de­lights to hear

Of dy­ing love

sent from above

Of par­don bought so dear.

God’s min­is­ters

like flames of fire

Are pass­ing thro’ the land;

The voice is Hear

re­pent and fear

King Je­sus is at hand.

Convinced of sin

men now be­gin

To call up­on the Lord

Trembling they pray

and mourn the day

In which they scorned His Word.

God’s cha­ri­ots roll

they fright the soul

Of those who hate the truth;

But saints who hear

cry

Lord draw near

Have mer­cy on the youth!

God grant a show­er of His great pow­er

On ev­ery ach­ing heart;

On all who sigh

and hum­bly cry

That they may have a part.

Young con­verts sing and praise their king

And bless God’s ho­ly name;

While old­er saints lay down their com­plaints

And rise to join the theme.