The silver trumpets call, The gladsome jubilee! The fetters now must fall; The bondsmen may go free! For Jesus has the ransom paid, And the new way to glory made. The silver trumpets call, The gladsome jubilee! Let Heav’n and earth agree To sound His fame abroad, Thro’ whom the jubilee Calls back the world to God. How fervently His heart doth burn, To see His banished ones return! Let Heav’n and earth agree To sound His fame abroad. Lost Eden is restored; All hail the jubilee! Let Jesus be adored For grace so full and free. Ye ruined souls, no longer roam; No more despise your blood-bought home. Lost Eden is restored; All hail the jubilee! The Gospel bugle blow O’er every land and sea, Till Satan’s captives know That Jesus makes them free! Soon may He see them, born again, The happy subjects of His reign. The Gospel bugle blow O’er every land and sea.