Marching Beneath the Banner

Hark to the sound of voic­es!

Hark to the tramp of feet!

Is it a migh­ty ar­my

Treading the bu­sy street?

Nearer it comes and near­er

Singing a glad re­frain;

List what they say as they haste away

To the sound of the mar­tial strain:

Marching be­neath the ban­ner

Fighting be­neath the cross

Trusting in Him who saves us

Ne’er shall we suf­fer loss;

Singing the songs of home­land

Loudly the chor­us rings;

We march to fight in our ar­mor bright

At the call of the King of kings!

Out of the mist of er­ror

Out of the realms of night

Out of the pride of learn­ing

Seeking the home of light;

Out of the strife for pow­er

Out of the greed of gold

Onward they roam to their heav’n­ly home

And the trea­sure that grows not old.

On then

ye gal­lant sol­diers

On to your home above!

Yours is the truth and glo­ry

Yours is the pow­er and love;

Here are ye trained for he­roes

Yonder ye serve the King;

March to the light ’neath the ban­ner white

With the song that ye have to sing.