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 J=jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

3 [Ye, who have sold for nought
The heritage above;
Shall have it back, unbought,
The gift of Jesus' 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 pardoning grace:
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Savior's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

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