Hymn 56 - Blow Ye the Trumpet, Blow

Blow ye the trumpet, blow!

The gladly solemn sound

Let all the nations know,

To earth’s remotest bound:

Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full atonement made;

Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad:

Extol the Lamb of God,

The sin atoning Lamb;

Redemption by His blood

Throughout the lands proclaim:

Ye slaves of sin and hell,

Your liberty receive,

And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:

Ye who have sold for naught

Your heritage above,

Shall have it back unbought,

The gift of Jesus’ love:

The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of heav’nly grace;

And saved from earth, appear

Before your Saviour’s face:

REFRAIN

The year of jubilee is come!

The year of jubilee is come!

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.