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 ransomed sinners, home;
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;
return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Extol the Lamb of God,
the sacrificial Lamb;
redemption thro’ his blood
throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
return, ye ransomed sinners, home;
return, ye ransomed 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 ransomed sinners, home;
return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Ye who have sold for naught
your heritage above,
receive it back unbought,
the gift of Jesus’ love:
The year of jubilee is come;
return, ye ransomed sinners, home;
return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
The gospel trumpet hear,
the news of heav’nly grace;
and, saved from earth, appear
before your Savior’s face:
The year of jubilee is come;
return, ye ransomed sinners, home;
return, ye ransomed sinners, home.