1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return ye ransom'd sinners, home.

2 Exalt the Lamb of God.
The sin atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,
Thro' all the lands proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

3 Ye, who have sold for nought
Your heritage above;
Shall have it back, unbought,
The gift of Jesu's love:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

4 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 ransom'd sinners, home.

5 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard'ning grace:
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Before your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

6 Jesus our great high priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits rest:
Ye mournful souls be glad!
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.