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[Hymn 24]

The Year of Jubilee

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,
Returning ransomed sinners home,
Returning ransomed sinners home.

Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits rest:
Ye mournful souls be glad:

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all atoning Lamb;
Redemption thru his blood,
To all the world proclaim:

Ye who were sold for naught,
Whose heritage was lost,
May have it back unbought,
A gift at Jesus' cost:

The seventh trumpet hear,
The news of heav'nly grace;
Salvation now is near;
Seek ye the Saviour's face: