Throw your banner
In His name,
Out upon the New Year’s wing;
Far and wide your Lord proclaim,
Sons and daughters of the King.
Bear your heads erect, and meet
The rising day with open hand;
Kind of speech and swift of feet,
Scatter sunshine o’er the land.
Yours the broken heart to heal,
Yours the load of grief to share;
Who their neighbor’s woe can feel,
Find their mission anywhere.
Yours the wayward heart to win,
Yours the outcast to reclaim;
Yours to lift the child of sin
From the burden of her shame.
Pure of heart and clean of thought—
Life without and life within—
Like a garment richly wrought,
Fit for angels or for men.
Royalty is royal love,
Royalty in loving deed;
Show your lineage from above,
In the broadness of your creed.
Catch the music of your song
From the theme the angels sing:
Fainter notes than they prolong
Are unworthy of your king.
Free as air the hope you raise;
Strong as light the truth you hold;
Christ’s the everlasting praise,
One the flock, within one fold.
Bow the knee, exalt the Son!
Wrong and hate before Him fall;
Let His will on earth be done,
God and Father over all!
Sons and daughters of the King,
In the spirit of His word,
Joyful on the New Year’s wing
Throw the banner of your Lord.