Classic Poem

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,
Who takes away our shame;
Redemption in 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!
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners! home.

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.

The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav'nly grace;
Ye happy souls! draw near,
Behold your Savior's face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return to your eternal home.