2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad :
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood

Throughout the world proclaim:

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

5 Ye who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love:

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

6 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face:

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

HYMN

15.

C. M.

LUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, One spark of glimm'ring day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of peace
Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and, oh! amazing love,
He flew to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste He sped;
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak!

5 Angels assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
Yet, though ye raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

OIN all the glorious names

JOIN

II. 4.

Jor wisdom, love, and power,

That ever mortals knew,

Or angels ever bore;

All are too mean to speak His worth,

Too mean to set the Saviour forth.

2 Great Prophet of our God,
Our tongues shall bless Thy name;
By Thee the joyful news

Of our salvation came,

The joyful news of sins forgiven,
Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.

3 Jesus, our Great High Priest,
Offer'd his blood and died;
Our guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:

Thy powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

4 0 thou Almighty Lord,

Our Conqueror and our King,
Thy sceptre and Thy sword,

Thy reigning grace we sing :
Thine is the power; behold we sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.

HYMN

17.

S. M.

N

blood of bird or beast,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience rest,
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back, to see

The burden Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the accursed tree,
And reads her pardon there.

5. Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove ;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing His bleeding love.

HYMN

18.

C. M.

T

HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;

And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Dear, dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save;
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

HYMN

19.

C. M.

FOR a thousand tongues, to sing
My great Redeemer's praise;
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace.

2 My gracious Master, and my God Assist me to proclaim,

And spread, through all the earth abroad, The honours of Thy Name.

3 Jesus! the Name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease;

'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
"Tis life, and health, and peace.

4 He breaks the power of reigning sin,
He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood avail'd for me.