The Gos­pel trum­pet’s sound­ing,
The year of ju­bi­lee,
And grace is all abound­ing,
To set the bond­men free.

Refrain

Return, re­turn, ye cap­tives,
Return un­to your home,
The Gos­pel trum­pet’s sound­ing,
The ju­bi­lee is come!
The Gos­pel trum­pet’s sound­ing,
The ju­bi­lee is come!

Forsake your wretch­ed ser­vice,
Your mas­ter’s claims are o’er;
Avail your­selves of free­dom,
Be Sa­tan’s slaves no more.

Refrain

A bet­ter Mas­ter’s call­ing,
In ac­cents true and kind;
He asks a lov­ing ser­vice,
And claims a will­ing mind.

Refrain

He of­fers you sal­va­tion,
And points to joys above;
And, long­ing, waits to make you
The ob­jects of His love.

Refrain

In liv­ing faith ac­cept Him,
Give up all ease be­side;
While grace is loud­ly call­ing,
Look to the Cru­ci­fied.

Refrain