Hymn 432
Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
1
Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound:
CHORUS
The year of jubilee is come!
The year of jubilee is come!
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2
Extol the Lamb of God,
The sin atoning Lamb;
Redemption by His blood
Throughout the lands proclaim.
3
Ye who have sold for naught
Your heritage above
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love.
4
Jesus our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad.
5
Hearts that are weary, come,
Rest on the Saviour’s breast;
Inconsolable heart, come,
Be cheerful and rejoice.