R0771-3 Poem: Earth’s Jubilee

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EARTH’S JUBILEE

FOLLOWS THE GREAT DAY OF ATONEMENT

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.

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

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption through His blood,
To all the world proclaim.
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Ye who were sold for naught,
Whose heritage was lost,
Shall have it back for naught,
A gift at Jesus’ cost.
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

The Seventh Trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from death, appear
Before the Saviour’s face.
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

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— July and August, 1885 —