The Gospel Jubilee

Verse 1

Loud let the trumpet sound, And spread the joyful tidings round; Let ev'ry soul with transport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year.

Verse 2

Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, That you ten thousand talents owe, When humble at this feet you fall, Your gracious God forgives them all.

Verse 3

Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign, To liberty assert your claim, And urge the great Redeemer's name.

Verse 4

The rich inheritance of heaven, Your joy, your hope is freely given; Fair Salem you arrival waits, With golden streets and pearly gates.

Verse 5

Her bless'd inhabitants no more Bondage and poverty deplore; No debt, but love immensely great, Their joys still rises with the debt.

Verse 6

O happy souls that know the sound, Celestial light their steps surround, And shew the jubilee begun, Which thro' eternal years shall run.