O Banner Of Jesus, In Triumph Advancing
Thy Folds In The Sunlight Of Beauty Unfurled;
From The Hillsides Afar To The Isles Of The Ocean,
Thy Glory Shall Float Till It Conquers The World.

O Banner Of Jesus, Thou Glory-Crowned Banner,
Thou Emblem Of Hope O’er The Nations Unfurled;
March On In Triumph, March On In Beauty,
Till Jesus, Till Jesus Has Conquered The World;
March On In Triumph, March On In Beauty,
Till Jesus, Till Jesus Has Conquered The World.

O Say, Can You See Where The Ranks Are Now Marching?
With Banners Of Beauty Like Conquerors They Come;
They Have Fought The Good Fight, And In Peace Are Returning,
The Ransomed Of Zion; O Welcome Them Home!

Behold Where They Stand On The Green Hills Immortal,
Their Weapons Unheeded, They Rest On The Shore;
There With Heroes And Martyrs In Glory Reposing,
Their Warfare Is Ended, They Weary No More.