The Year of Jubilee

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, Returning ransomed sinners home, Returning ransomed sinners home.

Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made; Ye weary spirits rest: Ye mournful souls be glad:

Extol the Lamb of God, The all atoning Lamb; Redemption thru his blood, To all the world proclaim:

Ye who were sold for naught, Whose heritage was lost, May have it back unbought, A gift at Jesus' cost:

The seventh trumpet hear, The news of heav' nly grace; Salvation now is near; Seek ye the Saviour' s face: