J. Montgomery
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.