1 Bless'd are the Eyes that see;
The Ears are bless'd that hear
The Trumpet of the Jubilee,
The great sabbatic year.
2 We plough, nor sow no more,
Nor toil for living Bread;
For we've a never failing Store,
A Table plent'ous spread.
3 The Servant now is free;
The hateful, heavy Yoke
(That all might taste true Liberty)
From ev'ry Neck is broke.
4 Th' Inheritance once sold,
Which the poor Bankrupt mourns,
To the true Owner without Gold,
Or Price, it now returns.
5 O Jesus! ever blest,
Thou art our Jubilee;
Our Restoration, and our Rest,
Is all, dear Lamb, in thee.
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.
7 Worthy the honour'd Name
Of Jesus Christ, our Lord;
He's God Almighty, and the Lamb,
Eternally ador'd.
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First Line: | Bless'd are the Eyes that see |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1776 |
Topic: | After Preaching |
Notes: | Public Domain. |