Poems (Kimball)/A Battle-Cry
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!
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!