371 - Lift Him Up
Lift Him up, ‘tis He that bids you,
Let
the dying look and live;
To
all weary, thirsting sinner,
Living
waters will He gives;
And
though once so meek and lowly,
Yet
the Prince of heaven was He;
And
the blind, who grope in darkness,
Through
the blood of Christ shall see.
Refrain
Lift Him up, the risen Savior,
High amid the waiting throng;
Lift Him up, ‘tis He that speaketh,
Now He bids you flee from wrong.
2
Lift
Him up, this precious Savior,
Let
the multitude behold;
They
with willing hearts shall seek Him,
He
will draw them to His fold;
They
shall gather from the wayside,
Hastening
on with joyuos feet,
They
shall bear the cross of Jesus,
And
shall find salvation sweet.
3
Lift
Him up in all His glory,
“Tis
the Son of God on high
Lift
Him up, His love shall draw them,
E’en
the careless shall draw nigh;
Let
them hear again the story
Of
the cross, the death of shame;
And
from tongue tongue repeat it;
Mighty
throngs shall bless His name.
4
O
then lift Him up in singing,
Lift
the Savior up in prayer
He,
the glorious Redeemer,
All
the sins of men did bear;
Yes,
the young shall bow before Him,
And
the old their voices raise,
All
the deaf shall hear hosanah;
And
the dumb shall shout His praise.
