The year of jubilee

1 How brightly beams the day of grace,
The day of freedom dear,
To all the toiling, wretched race,
Oppress'd by slavish fear.
How sweet the trumpet accents sail
On airy pinions free,
To listening ears, that wait to hail
"The year of Jubilee."

Chorus:
"The jubilee, The year of jubilee,
The jubilee, The year of jubilee."
How sweet the trumpet accents sail
On airy pinions free,
To listening ears, that wait to hail
"The year of jubilee!"
To listening ears, that wait to hail
"The year of jubilee!
The year of jubilee!
The year of jubilee!"

2 Ye labouring souls of Adam's race,
With Satan's fetters bound,
Throw off your chains, your hands upraise,
And hail the joyful sound.
Ye slaves of Satan, toil no more,
The gospel cries "be free;"
And raise the shout from shore to shore,
"The year of jubilee." [Chorus]

3 Ye who have sold for naught your lands,
And bade your hopes adieu,
Your Lord, with his own bleeding hands,
Has bought them back for you.
Return, ye exiles, to your homes--
Your kindred haste to see;
The happy day of grace hath come--
"The year of jubilee." [Chorus]

4 Ye watchmen, blow the trumpet strong
Through every glen and vale,
And roll the notes of joy along
On every freeborn gale.
How happy they who know the sound,
How great their transports be;
Their hearts, with quickening raptures bound,
To hail the jubilee. [Chorus]

Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #140