I Lift My Banner, Saith the Lord

I lift My ban­ner

sa­ith the Lord

“Where An­ti­christ has stood;

The ci­ty of My Gos­pel foes

Shall be a field of blood.

“My heart has stu­died just re­venge

And now the day ap­pears;

The day of My re­deemed is come

To wipe away their tears.

“Quite wea­ry is My pa­tience grown

And bids My fu­ry go;

Swift as the light­ning it shall move

And be as fa­tal too.

“I call for help­ers

but in vain;

Then has My Gos­pel none?

Well

Mine own arm has might enough

To crush My foes alone.

Slaughter and My de­vour­ing sword

Shall walk the streets around

Babel shall reel be­neath My stroke

And stag­ger to the ground.

Thy hon­ors

O vic­tor­ious King!

Thine own right hand shall raise

While we Thy aw­ful ven­geance sing

And our de­liv­er­er praise.