1 Lift Him up, ’tis He that bids you, Let the dying look and live; To all weary, thirsting sinners, Living waters will He give; And though once 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. Refrain Lift Him up, the risen Savior, High amid the waiting throng; Lift Him up, ’tis He that speaketh, Now He bids you flee from wrong. 2 Lift Him up, this precious Savior, Let the multitude behold; They with willing hearts shall seek Him, He will draw them to His fold; They shall gather from the wayside, Hastening on with joyous feet, They shall bear the cross of Jesus, And shall find salvation sweet. 3 Lift Him up in all His glory, ‘Tis the Son of God on high; Lift Him up, His love shall draw them, Eén the careless shall draw nigh; Let them hear again the story Of the cross, the death of shame; And from tongue to tongue repeat it; Mighty throngs shall bless His name. 4 O then lift Him up in singing, Lift the Savior up in prayer; He, the glorious Redeemer, All the sins of men did bear; Yes, the young shall bow before Him, And the old their voices raise; All the deaf shall hear hosannah; And the dumb shall shout His praise.