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Huc ad jugum Calvariæ.
Up to the Hill of Calvary
With Christ our Lord ascending,
We deem that Cross our victory
'Neath which His knees are bending:—
What soldier is of generous strain?
One honour let him cherish;—
With Christ upon the battle plain
A thousand times to perish!
On must the faithful warrior go
Whereso the Chief proceedeth;
And all true hearts will seek the foe
Where'er the Banner leadeth;—
Our highest victory,—it is loss:
No cup hath such completeness
Of gall, but that remembered Cross
Will turn it into sweetness!
