Sabattic Year

Verse 1

Blest are the eyes that see; The ears are bless'd that hear The trumpet of the jubilee, The great sabbatic year.

Verse 2

We plough, nor sow no more, Nor toil for living bread; For we've a never failing S=store, A table plent'ous spread.

Verse 3

The servant now is free; The hateful, heavy yoke (That all might taste true liberty) From ev'ry neck is broke.

Verse 4

Th'inheritance once sold, Which the poor bankrupt mourns, To the true owner without gold, Or price, it now returns.

Verse 5

O Jesus! ever blest, Thou art our jubilee; Our restoration, and our rest, Is all, dear Lamb, in thee.

Verse 6

Thy name, O bleeding king, Shall dwell on all our tongues; And ev'ry heart, inspir'd, shall sing Thy praise in all their songs.

Verse 7

Worthy the honour'd name Of Jesus Christ our Lord; He's God Almighty, and the Lamb, Eternally ador'd.