1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nation know,
To earth’s remotest bound
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
2 Extol the Son of God,
The All atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood
To all the world proclaim:
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
3 Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above;
Come take it back unbought,
The gift of JESUS' love;
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
4 The gospel trumpet sounds;
Let all the nations hear
And earth's remotest bounds
Before the throne appear
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.