4 And when the last trumpet shall sound thro’ the skies, And the dead from the dust of the earth shall arise, Transported I’ll join with the ransomed on high, To praise the great Rock that is higher than I! Higher than I, higher than I, To praise the great Rock that is higher than I. 265 6s & 4s. I am Alpha and Omega. Cling to the mighty One, Ps. lxxxix. 19. Cling in thy grief; Heb. xii. 11. Cling to the Holy One, Heb. vii. 26. He gives relief; Ps. cxvi. 8. Cling to the Gracious One, Ps. cxvi. 5. Cling in thy pain, Ps. lv. 4. Cling to the Faithful One, 1 Thess. v. 24. He will sustain. Ps. xxviii. 8. 2 Cling to the Living One, Heb. vii. 25. Cling in thy woe, Ps. lxxxvi. 7. Cling to the Loving One 1 John iv. 16. Through all below; Romans viii. 38, 39. Cling to the Pardoning One, Is. lv. 7. He speaketh peace; John xiv. 27. Cling to the Healing One, Exod. xv. 26. Anguish shall cease. Ps. cxvi. 8. 3 Cling to the Bleeding One, 1 John i. 7. Cling to his side; John xx. 27. Cling to the Risen One, Rom. vi. 9. In him abide; John xv. 4. Cling to the Coming One, Rev. xxii. 20. Hope shall arise; Titus ii. 13. Cling to the Reigning One, Eph. i. 20-23. Joy lights thine eyes. Ps. xvi. 11. THE GOSPEL—THE PROCLAMATION. 266 L. M. The Christian banner. The Christian banner! dread no loss Where that broad ensign floats unrolled; But let the fair and sacred cross Blaze out from every radiant fold: Stern foes arise, a countless throng, Loud as the storms of Kara’s sea, But though the strife be fierce and long, That cross shall wave in victory. 2 Sound the shrill trumpet, sound, and call The people of the mighty King, And bid them keep that standard all In martial thousands gathering: Let them come forth from every clime That lies beneath the circling sun, Various, as flowers in that sweet clime Where flowers are, in heart, but one. 3 Soldiers of heaven! take sword and shield, Look up to him who rules on high, And forward to the glorious field, Where noble martyrs bleed and die; Press onward, scorning flight or fear, As deep waves burst on Norway’s coast, And let the startled nations hear The war-shout of the Christian host. 4 Lift up the banner: rest no more, Nor let this righteous warfare cease, Till man’s last tribe shall bow before The Lord of lords—the Prince of Peace: Go! bear it forth, ye strong and brave; Let not those bright folds once be furled, Till that high sun shall see them wave Above a blest but conquered world.