Lift Him up, ’tis He that bids you,
Let the dying look and live,
To all weary, thirsting sinners,
Living waters will He give;
And though once so meek and lowly,
Yet the Prince of Heav’n was He;
And the blind, who grope in darkness,
Through the blood of Christ shall see.

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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.

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 joyous feet,
And shall bear the cross of Je­sus,
And shall find sal­va­tion sweet.

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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 to tongue repeat it;
Mighty throngs shall bless His name.

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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 hosannah;
And the dumb shall shout His praise.

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