Lift the Cross

O ye watch­man

sound the trum­pet

Sound it far and near

Lo! the morn of Gos­pel free­dom

Comes the world to cheer.

Lift the cross

and wave its ban­ner;

Shout the joy­ful strain

Christ the Lord

the King of Glo­ry

Over all shall reign.

See Him rid­ing on to con­quer;

See a count­less throng;

Swell their ranks

and while they fol­low

Hear the migh­ty song.

See their ar­mor

how it glit­ters

In the morn­ing light

While the pow­ers of sin and dark­ness

Tremble at the sight.

Every foe shall yet be vanq­uished

Strife and wrong shall cease;

All the world shall own His scep­ter

Christ the Prince of Peace.