Every bird that upward springs
Bears the Cross upon his wings;
We without it cannot rise
Upward to our native skies.
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.
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.
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!
|Instances (1 - 8 of 8)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #544||Bearing the Cross||Every bird that upward springs||Neale||7s. M.||1866|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #544||Every bird that upward springs||Neale||1848|
|Hymn and Tune Book, for the Church and the Home #365||Every bird that upward springs||Neale||1868|
|Hymns for the Church of Christ (3rd thousand) #325||Every bird that upward springs||1853|
|Hymns for the Church of Christ. (6th thousand) #325||Every bird that upward springs||1857|
|Hymns of the Spirit #585||Every bird that upward springs||1864|
|Prayers and Hymns for the Church and the Home #d128||Every bird that upward springs||John M. Neale; John Mason Neale||1866|
|Vestry Harmonies: a collection of hymns and tunes for all occasions of social worship #61c||Every bird that upward springs||1868|