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Bearing the Cross.

1 Every bird that upward springs

Bears the Cross upon his wings;

We without it cannot rise

Upward to our native skies.

2 Every ship that meets the waves

By the Cross their fury braves;

We, on life's wide ocean tossed,

If we have it not are lost.

3 Hope it gives us when distrest,

When we faint it gives us rest;

Satan's craft, and Satan's might,

By the Cross are put to flight.

4 That from sin earth might be free,

Jesus bore it; so must we;

Ne'er through faintness lay it down:

First the Cross, and then the crown!

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