There’s A Royal Banner Given For Display
To The Soldiers Of The King ;
As An Ensign Fair We Lift It Up To-Day,
While As Ransomed Ones We Sing.

Marching On ! Marching On !
For Christ Count Everything 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 !

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 !