1 The gospel trump is sounding
The year of jubilee,
And grace is all abounding,
To set the bondmen free.
Forsake your wretched service,
Your Master's claims are o'er;
Avail yourselves of freedom,
Be Satan's slaves no more.
2 A better Master's calling,
In accents true and kind;
He asks a loving service,
And claims a willing mind.
He offers you salvation,
And points to joys above;
And, longing, waits to make you
The objects of his love.
3 In living faith accept him,
Give up all else beside;
While grace is loudly calling,
Look to the Crucified.
Return, return, ye captives,
Return unto your home,
The gospel trump is sounding,
The jubilee is come.