To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
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 ransomed sinners! home.
3 Extol the Lamb of God,--