Wesley Corpus

Page 6 Thy patience lifts us up, Thy free unbounded grace, And all our fear is lost in hope, And all our grief in praise. To thee, by whom we live, Our praise and lives we pay, Praise, ardent, cordial, constant give, And shout to see thy3 day: Thy4 day of saving grace, Thy consecrated year, When the bright Sun of righteousness Doth to our world appear. Risen, we know, thou art With healing in thy wings, We feel, we feel it in our heart The life thy presence brings! The seal, and earnest this Our pardon we receive, And look with thee in glorious bliss Eternally to live. Blow ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound, Let all the nations know To earth's remotest bound The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home! 3"Thy" changed to "the" in 1766, 1769, 1775, 1777 edns. 4"Thy" changed to "The" in 1766 edn. and following (except 1772). Page 7 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! Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb! Redemption in his blood Throughout the world proclaim: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home! 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. Ye who have sold for nought Your heritage above Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesu's love: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. The gospel-trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace, And sav'd from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face: The year of jubilee is come; Return to your eternal home. Page 8 All praise to the Lord Whose trumpet we hear, Which speaks in his word The festival year: The loud proclamation Of freedom from thrall, And gospel-salvation Is publish'd to all. The year of release Ev'n now is begun, And pardon, and peace With Jesus sent down: Eternal redemption Thro' him we obtain, And present exemption From passion and5 pain. Ye spirits enslav'd, Your liberty claim, Believe, and be sav'd Thro' Jesus's name; That infinite lover Of sinners embrace, And gladly recover His forfeited grace.