There’s a royal banner given for display |
To the soldiers of the King; |
As an ensign fair we lift it up today, |
While as ransomed ones we sing. |
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Marching on, marching on, |
For Christ count everything
but loss! |
And to crown Him King, we’ll
toil and sing, |
’Neath the banner of the
cross! |
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Though the foe may rage and gather as the flood, |
Let the standard be displayed; |
And beneath its folds, as soldiers of the Lord, |
For the truth be not dismayed! |
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Over land and sea, wherever man may dwell, |
Make the glorious tidings known; |
Of the crimson banner now the story tell, |
While the Lord shall claim His own! |
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When the glory dawns—’tis drawing very near, |
It is hastening day by day— |
Then before our King the foe shall disappear, |
And the cross the world shall sway! |
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