Hymn 47 - Blow Ye, The Trumpet Blow

Blow ye the trumpet, blow! The gladly solemn soundlet all the nations know,to earth's remotest bound:

The year of jubilee is come;return, ye ransomed sinners, home;return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Extol the Lamb of God,the sacrificial Lamb;redemption thro' his bloodthroughout the world proclaim:

Ye who have sold for naughtyour heritage above,receive it back unbought,the gift of Jesus' love:

The gospel trumpet hear,the news of heav'nly grace;and, saved from earth, appearbefore your Savior's face:

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