Blow ye the trumpet, blow

Blow ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!
Let poor insolvents know
To earth's remotest bound:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,
To burdened souls proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Ye slaves in Sinai's cell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

The gospel-trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad!
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.