The Banner of the Cross (Whittle)

There’s a roy­al ban­ner giv­en for dis­play

To the sol­diers of the King;

As an en­sign fair we lift it up to­day

While as ran­somed ones we sing.

Marching on

march­ing on

For Christ count ev­ery­thing but loss!

And to crown Him king

we’ll 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!