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Lyrics to Charles Wesleyís
Blow Ye the Trumpet, Blow:

Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound
Let all the nations know,
To earthís 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 Jesusí love:

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

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