1. Blow ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound,
I 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 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.
3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,
Throughout the world, proclaim;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return ye ransomed sinners, home.
I HARK! hark! the notes of joy
Roll o'er the heavenly plains,
And seraphs find employ
For their sublimest strains:
Some new delight in heaven is known:
Loud sound the harps around the throne.
2 Hark! hark! the sound draws nigh,
The joyful host descends;
Jesus forsakes the sky,
To earth his footsteps bend:
He comes to bless our fallen race;
He comes with messages of grace.
3 Bear, bear the tidings round!
Let every mortal know
What love in God is found,
What pity he can show:
Ye winds that blow, ye waves that roll
Bear the glad news from pole to pole.
4 Strike, strike the harps again,
To great Immanuel's name!
Arise, ye sons of men,
And all his grace proclaim:
Angels and men, wake every string,
"Tis God the Saviour's praise we sing.
2 Earth with joy confesses, clothing her for spring,
All good gifts returned with her returning King.
Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every bough,
Speak his sorrows ended, hail his triumph now.
3 Maker and Redeemer, Life and Health of all,
Thou from heav'n beholding human nature's fall,
Of the Father's Godhead, True and Only Son,
Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on. REFRAIN.
4 Thou, of Life the Author, death didst undergo,
Tread the path of darkness, saving strength to show;
Come then, True and Faithful, now fulfill thy word,
'Tis thine own. Third Morning, rise, my buried Lord! REFRAIN
5 Loose the souls long-prisoned, bound with Satan's chain;
All that now is fallen raise to life again;
Shew thy face in brightness, bid the nations sce,
Bring again our daylight; day returns with thee! REFRAIN.
V. Fortunatus. 590. Tr. by John Ellerton. 1868.
RESURRECTION JOY. 11s & 12s.
Arr. from Johann C. W. A. Mozart.
1. Lift your glad voi-ces in D. C. Loud was the cho-rus of f
triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die! angels on high, "The Sav-iour hath ris- en, and man shall not die !"
1. The day of Re-sur-rec-tion! Earth, tell it out a- broad; The Pass-over of
glad-ness, The Passover of God. From death to life e ter
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