I.XCIII. Bless'd are the Eyes that see

1 Bless'd are the Eyes that see;
The Ears are bless'd that hear
The Trumpet of the Jubilee,
The great sabbatic year.

2 We plough, nor sow no more,
Nor toil for living Bread;
For we've a never failing Store,
A Table plent'ous spread.

3 The Servant now is free;
The hateful, heavy Yoke
(That all might taste true Liberty)
From ev'ry Neck is broke.

4 Th' Inheritance once sold,
Which teh poor Bankrupt mourns,
To the true Owner without Gold,
Or Price, it now returns.

5 O Jesus! ever blest,
Thou art our Jubilee;
Our Restoration, and our Rest,
Is all, dear Lamb, in thee.

6 Thy Name, O bleeding King,
Shall dwell on all our Tongues;
And ev'ry Heart, inspir'd, shall sing
Thy Praise in all their Songs.

7 Worthy the honour'd Name
Of Jesus Christ, our Lord;
He's God Almighty, and the Lamb,
Eternally ador'd.

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First Line: Bless'd are the Eyes that see
Language: English
Publication Date: 1776
Topic: After Preaching
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