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
Marching on, marching on
For Christ count ev'rything but loss!
And to crown Him King, toil and sing
'Neath the banner of the cross!
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!
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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