A BATTLE-CRY.
O HOLY Cross whose sign in air
Can put to flight our ghostly foes;
O holy Name, but breathed in prayer
And hell is powerless to oppose;
However fierce may be the strife,
Immortal gain our mortal loss;
By you we win Eternal Life,
O holy Name, O holy Cross!
Can put to flight our ghostly foes;
O holy Name, but breathed in prayer
And hell is powerless to oppose;
However fierce may be the strife,
Immortal gain our mortal loss;
By you we win Eternal Life,
O holy Name, O holy Cross!
And what are these our sharpest wounds?
Thy wounds, O Lord, their balm supply;
Our woes Thy woe unmeasured drowns,
And Thine shall be our victory!
O priceless faith that dares the strife!
O deathless hope that spurns the loss!
By you we win Eternal Life,
O holy Name, O holy Cross!
Thy wounds, O Lord, their balm supply;
Our woes Thy woe unmeasured drowns,
And Thine shall be our victory!
O priceless faith that dares the strife!
O deathless hope that spurns the loss!
By you we win Eternal Life,
O holy Name, O holy Cross!
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