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PART I
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.
That banner, brighter than the star
That leads the train of night,
Shines on their march,
and guides from far
His servants to the fight.
A holy war those servants wage;
Mysteriously at strife;
The powers of heaven and hell engage
For more than death or life.
Earth’s rankest soil they see outspread;
So thronged, it seems within,
once city of the living dead,
Dead while alive to sin.
The forms of life are everywhere,
The spirit nowhere found;
Like vapours kindling in the air,
Then sinking in the ground.
No hope have these above the dust,
No being but a breath;
In vanity and lies they trust,
Their very life is death.
PART II
Ye armies of the living God,
His sacramental host,
Where hallowed footsteps never trod
Take your appointed post.
Follow the cross; the ark of peace
Accompany your path;
To slaves and rebels bring release
From bondage and from wrath.
A barley-cake o’erthrew the camp
Of Midian, tent by tent,
Ere morn the trumpet and the lamp
Through all in triumph went.
Through China’s sons like Midian’s fill
As grasshoppers the vale,
The sword of God and Gideon still
To conquer cannot fail.
As Jericho before the blast
Of sounding rams’ horns fell,
Sin’s strongholds here shall be down cast,
Down cast these gates of hell.
Truth error’s legions must o’erwhelm
And China’s thickest wall,
(The wall of darkness round her realm,)
At your loud summons fall.
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.
The closest sealed between the poles
Is opened to your toils;
Where thrice a hundred million souls
Are offered you for spoils.
Those spoils, at his victorious feet,
You shall rejoice to lay,
And lay yourselves, as trophies meet,
In his great judgment-day.
PART III
No carnal weapon those ye bear,
To lay the aliens low;
Then strike amain, and do not spare,
There’s life in every blow.
Life!— more than life on earth can be;
All in this conflict slain
Die but to sin,—eternally
The crown of life to gain.
O fear not, faint not, halt not now;
Quit you like men, be strong!
To Christ shall Buddhu’s votaries bow,
And sing with you this song:
“Uplifted are the gates of brass,
The bars of iron yield;
Behold the King of Glory pass;
The cross hath won the field!”
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Is 13:4;
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CRUCIFER
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10 10 and refrain
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| # 194 | No key | | # 139 | C | | # 1418 | C | | # 304 | C | | # 170 | C | | # 40 | C | | # 745 | D |
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