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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