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.

2 Exalt the Lamb of God,

The sin-atoning Lamb;

Redemption by his blood,

Through all the lands, proclaim:

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

3 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.

4 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.

5 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Has full atonement made;

Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mourning souls, be glad:

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.