L. The Gospel Jubilee.

LOUD let the tuneful Trumpet sound,
And spread the joyful Tidings round;
Let ev'ry Soul with Transport hear,
And hail the LORD'S accepted Year.

Ye Debtors, whom he gives to know,
That you ten thousand Talents owe,
When humbled at his Feet ye fall,
Your gracious LORD forgives them all.

Slaves, that have borne the heavy Chain
Of Sin and Hell's tyrannic Reign,
To Liberty assert your Claim,
And urge the great Redeemer's Name.

The rich Inheritance you lost,
Restor'd, improv'd, you now may boast;
Fair Salem your Arrival waits,
To golden Streets, and pearly Gates.

Her blest Inhabitants no more
Bondage, and Poverty deplore:
No Debt, but Love immensely great,
Whose Joy still rises with the Debt.

O happy Souls that know the Sound!
GOD'S Light shall all their Steps surround;
And shew that Jubilee begun,
Which thro' eternal Years shall run.