Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound:

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The year of jubilee is come!
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:

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Extol the Lamb of God,
The sin atoning Lamb;
Redemption by His blood
Throughout the lands proclaim:

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Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:

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Ye who have sold for naught
Your heritage above
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love:

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The Gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And saved from earth, appear
Before your Savior’s face:

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Awake! Awake! the Master now is calling us,
Arise! Arise! And, trusting in His Word,
Go forth! Go forth! Proclaim the year of jubilee,
And take the cross, the blessèd cross of Christ our Lord.

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On, on, swell the chorus,
On, on, the morning star is shining o’er us;
On, on, while before us,
Our mighty, mighty Savior leads the way.
Glory, glory, hear the everlasting throng,
Shout “Hosanna!” while we boldly march along;
Faithful soldiers here below, only Jesus will we know;
Shouting “Free salvation!” o’er the world we go.

A cry for light from dying ones in heathen lands;
It comes, it comes across the ocean’s foam;
Then haste! Oh, haste to spread the words of truth abroad,
Forgetting not the starving poor at home, dear home.

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O Church of God, extend thy kind, maternal arms,
To save the lost on mountains dark and cold;
Reach out thy hand with loving smile to rescue them,
And bring them to the shelter of the Savior’s fold.

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Look up! Look up! The promised day is drawing near,
When all shall hail, shall hail the Savior King;
When peace and joy shall fold their wings in every clime,
And “Glory, hallelujah!” o’er the earth shall ring.

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“Our land for Christ” we sing;
Our hearts to Him we bring,
And trust His Word;
With His dear cross in view,
Each Christian grace renew,
And make endeavor true
For Christ our Lord.

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Our land for Christ we gladly sing,
Our hearts to Him, to Him we bring,
And make endeavor firm and true
For Christ, our Lord and King.

“Our land for Christ” we sing;
Away earth’s follies fling,
And seek His love:
Ours be a heav’nly prize,
Unseen by mortal eyes,
In mansions in the skies,
With Him above.

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“Our land for Christ” we sing;
Christ, Prophet, Priest, and King,
Whom saints adore;
Each day some duty done,
Some Christian work begun,
Some soul to Jesus won,
We ask no more.

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“Our land for Christ” we sing;
Our all to Him we bring,
With one accord;
Sinners, from sin set free,
His wondrous grace shall see,
And through eternity
Worship the Lord.

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Someone must tell the glad story,
The blessèd old story so true,
Of love and of wonderful glory,
O say will that someone be you?

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O say will that someone be you?
O say will that someone be you?
To tell the glad story of grace and of glory,
O say will that someone be you?
O say will that someone be you?
O say will that someone be you?
To tell the glad story of grace and of glory,
O say will that someone be you?

Someone must tell of a Savior,
To others across the deep blue,
Now waiting His love and His favor,
O say will that someone be you?

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Someone must tell of the blessing
That comes with each morning so new,
The goodness of Jesus confessing,
O say will that someone be you?

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Someone must tell of salvation,
Someone must to Jesus be true,
And carry; to each waiting nation
The story that always is new.

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Wake the song of jubilee,
Let it echo o’er the sea!
Now is come the promised hour,
Jesus reigns with sov’reign power.
All ye nations, join and sing,
Christ of lords and kings is King.
Let it sound from shore to shore
Jesus reigns forevermore.

Now the desert lands rejoice,
And the islands join their voice,
Yea, the whole creation sings,
“Jesus is the King of kings.”
See the ransomed millions stand,
Palms of conquest in their hands,
This before the throne their strain,
Hell is vanquished, death is slain.

Blessing, honor, glory, might
Are the Conqu’ror’s native right;
Thrones and powers before Him fall,
Lamb of God and Lord of all.
Time has nearly reached its sum;
All things with the bride say, “Come.”
Jesus, whom all worlds adore,
Come, and reign forevermore.