Lift the Name of Jesus Higher

Lift the Name of Jesus higher
O'er a world that's torn with strife.
Tell the lost I've made provision
They may have eternal life.

As the storm-clouds form around you,
Clouding o'er a world of sin,
Tell My people, tell them quickly
That My harvest must come in.

Satan plans to move among you
Shaking death-blows in your face,
You must pray to rise above him
By My Name, and blood, and grace!

Once again, dear child, I tell you
Though the way be bleak and hard,
I will help you, lift and save you
'Till you reach the throne of God.

I am coming, coming quickly,
Praise My Name and seek My face.
Tell the sick, and lost, and dying
Of the Lord who saves by grace.

Lift My Name up ever higher
Even higher than before,
Then I'll comfort, bless, and help you
'Till you reach that other shore!