Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim
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Lift high the cross, the love of Christ proclaim till all the world adore his sacred Name. Come, brethren, follow where our Captain trod, our King victorious, Christ the Son of God. Led on their way by this triumphant sign, the hosts of God in conquering ranks combine. Each newborn soldier of the Crucified bears on his brow the seal of him who died. This is the sign which Satan's legions fear and angels veil their faces to revere. Saved by this Cross whereon their Lord was slain, the sons of Adam their lost home regain. From north and south, from east and west they raise in growing unison their songs of praise. O Lord, once lifted on the glorious tree, as thou hast promised, draw the world to thee. Let every race and every language tell of him who saves our souls from death and hell. From farthest regions let them homage bring, and on his Cross adore their Savior King. Set up thy throne, that earth's despair may cease beneath the shadow of its healing peace. For thy blest Cross which doth for all atone creation's praises rise before thy throne. |
Monstretur Crux amorque Domini; nomen salutent omnes populi. Ducis sequamur in vestigiis: est victor Rex Deique Christus is. Post signum hoc ovans ovantia Dei consociantur agmina. Mactati quisquis miles natus sit sigillum fronte mortui gerit. Hoc turmae signum Satanae tremunt et os velantes angeli colunt. Domum, qua Cruce Dominus perit salvata, gens humana recipit. Ex partibus terrarum quattuor, ut una voce, tollitur canor. Clara sublatis olim Arbore, ut promisisti, trahe nos ad te. Eum ne gens neu lingua taceat, qui morte nos orcoque liberat. Quamvis remoto spondeant loco se Vindici pendenti Regio. Ponas thronum, nobisque redde spem ibi et cum medicina requiem. Cunctos quod ista Crux redemerit, laus creaturae solium subit. |