J. Montgomery

C.M.

LIFT up your heads, ye gates of brass;

Ye bars of iron, yield;

And let the King of Glory pass;

The Cross is in the field.

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That banner, brighter than the star

That leads the train of night,

Shines on the march, and guides from far

His servants to the fight.

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A holy war those servants wage;

In that mysterious strife,

The powers of Heaven and hell engage

For more than death or life.

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Ye armies of the living God,

Sworn warriors of Christ’s host,

Where hallowed footsteps never trod,

Take your appointed post.

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Though few and small and weak your bands,

Strong in your Captain’s strength,

Go to the conquest of all lands:

All must be His at length.

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The spoils at His victorious feet

You shall rejoice to lay,

And lay yourselves as trophies meet,

In His great judgement day.

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Then fear not, faint not, halt not now:

In Jesus’ Name be strong!

To Him shall all the nations bow,

And sing the triumph song.

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Uplifted are the gates of brass,

The bars of iron yield;

Behold the King of Glory pass;

The Cross hath won the field.