The Year of Jubilee
Oh, glory to God! it is coming again,
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Oh, glory to God! it is coming again,'Tis the glad jubilee of the children of men;Then blow ye the trumpet, shout glory, and sing,And join in the praises of Jesus the King.
Chorus.
Shout with the voice of triumph,Soon shall the saints be free;Glory to the Lord! hallelujah!Hasten the jubilee.
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'Tis the glad antitype of that day long agoWhen the hosts of the Lord might not gather or sow;When the minions of Israel from labor were free,And the land was to rest in the glad jubilee.
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Yes, gladder by far is that rest by and by,When on wings like the eagle we mount to the sky;We shall dwell evermore in that land of the blest,In that grand jubilee, in that sabbath of rest.