The Year of Jubilee

Verse 1

Oh, glory to God! it is coming again, 'Tis the glad jubilee of the children of men; Then blow ye the trumpet, shout glory and sing, And join in the praises of Jesus the King.

Chorus

Shout with the voice of triumph, Soon shall the saints be free; Glory to the Lord! hallelujah! Hasten the jubilee!

Verse 2

'Tis the glad antitype of that day long ago, When the hosts of the Lord might not gather or sow; When the minions of Israel from labor were free, And the land was to rest in the glad jubilee.

Verse 3

Yes, gladder by far is that rest "by and by," When on wings like the eagle we mount to the sky; We shall dwell evermore in that land of the blest, In that grand jubilee, in that sabbath of rest.