Lord, let the tuneful trumpet sound

1 Lord let the tuneful trumpet sound,
And spread the joyful tidings round;
Let ev'ry soul with transport hear,
And hail the Lord's accepted year.

2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know,
That you ten thousand talents owe,
When humbly at his feet you fall,
Your gracious God forgives them all.

3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain
Of sin, and hell's tyrannic reign,
To liberty assert your claim,
And bless the great Redeemer's name.

4 The rich inheritance of heav'n,
Your joy, your boast, is freely giv'n:
Fair Salem your arrival waits,
With golden streets and pearly gates.

5 Her blest inhabitants, no more,
Bondage and poverty deplore;
No debt but love, immensely great,
Their joy still rises with their debt.

6 O happy souls, that know the sound,
Celestial light their steps surround,
And show the jubilee begun,
Which thro' eternal years shall run.

Source: The Christian Hymn-Book, compiled and published at the request of the Miami Christian Conference #17