Hold up the ban­ner of the Lord,
And let it ne’er be tak­en;
Sound forth the mes­sage of His Word
To all of hope for­sak­en.
Hold up the ban­ner where He leads,
Nor once for­get the world’s great needs;
To grand­er faith awak­en.

Hold up the cross of Christ the Lord,
Before the lost and dy­ing;
Tell them to look, e’er point them t’ward Him,
Who Him­self de­ny­ing,
Gave His great life from love of us,
And suf­fered on the cru­el cross,
To cure all sin and sigh­ing.

Hold up the Word of Christ the Lord,
The word of con­so­la­tion;
Glad news of peace—once lost—re­stored;
Of help in each temp­ta­tion.
Hence let the light shine far away,
That all who in deep er­ror stray,
From sin may find sal­va­tion.

Go on, true child­ren of the Lord,
From grace to grace go on­ward;
God’s host will con­stant help af­ford,
Our cap­tain’s word is for­ward.
Never to sloth or fear give way,
In work and pray­er, each gold­en day,
Go on­ward, for­ward, heav’n­ward.