O Lord Our Banner

O Lord our ban­ner

God of might

Who wast with Jo­shua in the fight

And Mo­ses on the hill

Be with Thy serv­ants far away

Their shield by night

their guide by day

To suc­cor them from ill.

For hus­band

bro­ther

son

and sire

We raise up hands that nev­er tire

On this our mount of pray­er;

Thou know­est

we but dim­ly guess

That day’s long toil

the night’s dis­tress

And all they do and bear.

The bat­tle’s is­sue hangs on Thee;

In Thy firm hand the scales we see

Of mor­tal loss and gain:

And tid­ings car­ried swift as thought

’Twixt land and land to Thee are naught

But Thine own will made plain.

Giver of strength

O bless and aid

Thy serv­ants ’gainst the foe ar­rayed;

Go forth with them to fight!

In bat­tle’s storm their shel­ter be;

Thy Spir­it grant

of un­ity

Of coun­sel

and of might.

Watch o’er the wound­ed in the field

And

where the sick and dy­ing yield

Their souls

do Thou be nigh!

Give peace with­in the heart dis­tressed

And peace on earth

and

last and best

Thy peace be­yond the sky.