The year of ju-bi- lee has come, Return, ye ransomed sin - ners, home. 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made: Ye mournful souls! be glad; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb; Throughout the world, proclaim; 64 ARISE, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands, My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me; Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, Nor let the ransomed sinner die. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear Anointed One; He can not turn away The presence of his Son; 5 My God is reconciled, His pard'ning voice I hear, With confidence I now draw nigh, He is call-ing, “Come to me;" Lord, I'll glad-ly haste to thee. 5 Pining souls, come nearer Jesus; 16 If our love were but more simple, In the sweetness of our Lord. FREDERICK FABER, ab. 1. Jesus, Sav-iour, pilot me, 0- - ver life's tem-pes-tuous sea; 2. As a mother stills her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild; 3. When at last I near the shore, And the fear- ful break-ers roar 3 Un-known waves before me roll, Hid-ing rock and treach'rous shoal; e 2 Boist'rous waves o- bey thy will, When thou sayst to them "Be still!" 'Twixt me and the peace-tul rest, Then, while lean-ing on thy breast, |