1 Come, welcome this new year of grace,
Proclaim'd through Jesus' blood;
The happy year of our release,
To seal our peace with God.

2 We early wander'd from our God,
In the dark maze of sin;
The year of the redeem'd is come,
To bring us back again.

3 We once could spurn at offer'd grace,
And slight a Saviour's charms;
The year of the redeem'd is come,
To call us to his arms.

4 We hear the gospel's joyful sound
Proclaim the jubilee:
The year of the redeem'd is come,
To set the ransom'd free.

5 Ye aged saints, who long have sigh'd
To see this happy day;
The year of the redeem'd is come,
To wipe your tears away.

6 Ye lovely youth, who late have known
The sweets of pard'ning grace,
The year of the redeem'd demands
Your noblest acts of praise.

7 Now you can tell a scoffing world
Their threats are all in vain;
The year of the redeem'd is come
To recompense your pain.

8 But, O ye careless, Christless souls,
Who scorn the happy few!
The year of the redeem'd will come,
And take them all from you.

9 Then will you mourn and say at last,
We did instruction hate;
The year of the redeem'd is past,
And now it is too late.

10 When Gabriel bursts the vaulted tomb,
And bids the dead arise,
We'll sing the year of the redeem'd,
And lift our joyful eyes.