Lift High the Cross
by G.W. Kitchin, M.R. Newbolt
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Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim
Till all the world adore His sacred name!
Come, brethren, follow where our Captain trod
Our King victorious, Christ the Son of God
Each new-born soldier of the Crucified
Bears on his brow the seal of Him who died
This is the sign which Satan's legions fear
And angels veil their faces to revere
Saved by this cross whereon their Lord was slain
The sons of Adam their lost home regain
From north and south, from east and west they raise
In growing unison their song of praise
O Lord, once lifted on the glorious tree
As Thou hast promised, draw men unto Thee
Let every race and every language tell
Of Him who saves our souls from death and hell
Set up Thy throne, that earth's despair may cease
Beneath the shadow of its healing peace
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