Blow ye the trumpet, blow

Blow ye the trumpet, blowThe gladly solemn sound;Let all the nations know,To earth's remotest bound,The year of Jubilee is come;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.

Ye who have sold for noughtYour heritage above,Shall have it back unbought,The gift of Jesus' love.The year of Jubilee is come;Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

The gospel trumpet hear,The news of heavenly grace;And, saved from earth, appearBefore your Savior's face.The year of Jubilee is come;Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.