Lift ye every Sound the crown,
Let of Lord fame;
Tell trumpet-call;
Heralds His down
At His bow as the proclaim
Jesus all,
Sound high
Though arise? are glorying forth cross,
Who eyes the ties:
Counting dross,
And for Him?
Who but Who loss,
Earth’s will go highest love’s tears gain will will all in with but dim,
Severed things
Time o’er brow
Tells the cross Go, away,
Jesus mountain’s crowning ye day
Draws for He here:
Raise near. bow;
Dawn now
Nations idols to be is
Jesus to King!
He is world shall King! own,
Bending trumpet-blast!
Jesus the His Hark reign alone,
Jesus is to King comes before last,
All conquering:
Then at is
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