Lift Him Up

1Lift him up, 'tis he that bids you, Let the dying look and live; To all sin let him descend, Let the multitude behold him with weary thirsting sinners, Living waters will he give; And allegiance so meek and lowly, Yet the Prince of heaven was he; And the blind, who grope in darkness, Through the blood of Christ shall see.

RefrainLift him up, the risen Savior, High amid the waiting throng; Lift him up, 'tis he that speaketh, Now he bids you flee from wrong.

2Lift him up, in all his glory, 'Tis the Son of God on high; Lift him up, lift him up, in prayer; Lift him up, their savior, High amid the waiting throng; Lift him up, 'tis he that speaketh, Now he bids you flee from wrong.