Fair shines the morning star, The silver trumpets sound, Their notes re-echoing far, While dawns the day around: Joy to the slave; the slave is free; It is the year of jubilee. 2 Prisoners of hope, in gloom And silence left to die, With Christ’s unfolding tomb, Your portals open fly; Rise with your Lord; he sets you free; It is the year of jubilee. 3 Ye, who yourselves have sold For debts to justice due, Ransomed, but not with gold, He gave himself for you! The blood of Christ hath made you free; It is the year of jubilee. 4 Captives of sin and shame, O’er earth and ocean, hear An angel’s voice proclaim The Lord’s accepted year; Let Jacob rise, be Israel free; It is the year of jubilee. 327 6s & 7s. The land of promise. Sinner, go; will you go To the highlands of heaven? Where the storms never blow, And the long summer’s given; Where the bright, blooming flowers Are their odors emitting; And the leaves of the bowers In the breezes are flitting. 2 Where the rich golden fruit Is in bright clusters pending, And the deep laden boughs, Of life’s fair tree are bending; And where life’s crystal stream Is unceasingly flowing, And the verdure is green, And eternally growing. 2 Where the saints robed in white— Cleansed in life’s flowing fountain— Shining beauteous and bright, They inhabit the mountain; Where no sin, nor dismay, Neither trouble nor sorrow, Will be felt for a day, Nor be feared for the morrow. 4 He’s prepared thee a home— Sinner, canst thou believe it? And invites thee to come, Sinner, wilt thou receive it? O come, sinner, come, For the tide is receding, And the Saviour will soon, And for ever, cease pleading. 328 9s, 8s & 6s. Awake thou that sleepest. Hail, ransomed world! awake to glory! For God, the Saviour, bids you rise; Angelic hosts proclaim the story, And speed the tidings from the skies: Shall then the Prince of Darkness reigning, Oppress the earth from pole to pole, And bind in chains the immortal soul— His hands all sacred things profaning? Awake! O Church, awake! The tyrant’s fetters break! In God’s right arm of strength resolved On glorious victory. 2 Far let the gospel-trump be sounding— O’er sea, and continent, and isle; While the sweet voice of grace abounding, Shall make the burdened captive smile. Yes! to a world in bondage lying, Go teach a bleeding Saviour’s name— Freedom from sin and death proclaim, On every breeze salvation flying— And seize the gospel sword! And with our mighty Lord, March on, march on, all hearts resolved On glorious victory.