THE VICTORIOUS CROSS by A. Parke Burgess

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 23, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 25.

THE VICTORIOUS CROSS.

By A. Parke Burgess

BY A. PARKE BURGESS, D.D.

Lift the banner, hold it high; Blend its glory with the sky; Furl it never, till you die; Die at duty's post. 'Tis the banner of your Lord; Follow quickly at his word; He his own with strength will gird; He will lead his host.

God must arm you for the field; Girdle, breastplate, helmet, shield, Take them all, and bravely wield, Then, the Spirit's sword. Aimed with malice at your hearts, Satan's subtle, fiery arts, You may quench his deadly darts By the holy word.

Take the standard, hold it firm; Fear no evil; dread no harm; Trust, amid the wild alarm— Trust your sovereign King. Legion though your foes may be, Hold the ground, and never flee; O'er their hosts to victory You your Lord will bring.

Raise the banner, hold it strong, For the battle may be long Ere the triumph over wrong Shall at last be won. Yet He who from Edom came, Lord Jehovah is his name, Clothed in blood and crowned with flame, All the earth shall own.

—Christian Work.