Blow ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound:
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption through his blood
Throughout the world proclaim: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live· The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
Receive it back unbought,
The gift of Jesu's love: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
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