Altered by Augustus Toplady

P. M.

1. 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 ransomed sinners, home.

2. Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood
Through all the lands proclaim:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return ye ransomed sinners, home.

3. Ye, who esteemed as naught
The heritage above,
Shall have it free, unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return ye ransomed sinners, home.

4. 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 ransomed sinners, home.

5. Ye bankrupt debtors, know
The sov'reign grace of Heav'n;
Though sums immense ye owe,
A free discharge is giv'n:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return ye ransomed sinners, home.

6. The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard'ning grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Savior's face:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return ye ransomed sinners, home.

7. Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad!
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return ye ransomed sinners, home.