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!

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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