Text: | The Jubilee |
Author: | Toplady |
1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!
Let poor insolvents know
To earth’s remotest bound:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,
To burdened souls proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
3 Ye slaves in Sinai’s cell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
4 The gospel-trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour’s face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
5 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 ransomed sinners, home.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Blow ye the trumpet, blow |
Title: | The Jubilee |
Author: | Toplady |
Meter: | 148th |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | The Gospel |