Our only hope, the Crucified.
6 Fling out the banner! wide and high,
Seaward and skyward let it shine;
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit, ours;
We conquer only in that sign.
George W. Doane, 1848.
453 Zion. 8s, 7s & 4s.
(1042) Hopeful View.
Yes, we trust the day is breaking;
Joyful times are near at hand;