English poem
HYMN LXVII. Glad Tidings
by Anonymous
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 ransom'd Sinners home.
The Gospel Trumpet hear: The News of Heavenly Grace, Ye happy Souls draw near, Behold your Saviour's Face: The Year of Jubilee is come, Return to your eternal Home.
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 ransom'd Sinners home.