HYMN XXX.
BEhold th' Atonement's offred now,
the Priest with Blood is gone
In th' Holy place, and there appears
to keep possession.
Hymns composed on several subjects, and on divers occasions: In three parts. : With an alphabetical table. / By R. Davis ... ; Some of the hymns composed by other hands.
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- Title
- Hymns composed on several subjects, and on divers occasions: In three parts. : With an alphabetical table. / By R. Davis ... ; Some of the hymns composed by other hands.
- Author
- Davis, Richard, 1658-1714.
- Publication
- London: :: Printed for W. Marshall at the Bible in Newgate-Street; and H. Bernard, at the Bible in the Poultry,
- 1694.
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- Hymns, English.
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"Hymns composed on several subjects, and on divers occasions: In three parts. : With an alphabetical table. / By R. Davis ... ; Some of the hymns composed by other hands." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A81996.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 26, 2024.
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Page 92
Hark! How the Jubile Trumpet sounds,
which doth to us proclaim,
We can't sell our Inheritance,
it comes to us again.
The Lot of our Inheritance
is ours, and most secure;
The Testament is writ, and seal'd
with Blood of Jesus sure.
You that have sold your Heritage
for Want, or Poverty,
Come to your Lands, they'r not your own
this is the Jubile cry.
Ye Captive Bond-slaves, come away,
That sold your selves for nought;
The Jubile sounds, ye are set free,
ye're not your own, ye're bought.
Honour and glory be to him
who doth for us appear;
Let's always sing, and rest in him;
this is the Jubile year.