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.

Extol the Lamb of God The all-atoning Lamb; Redemption by His blood Throughout the world proclaim The year of Jubilee is come: Return, ye ransom'd sinners, Home

Ye, who have sold for nought Your heritage above Receive it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love The year of Jubilee is come: Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

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.