Chrous

Marching on, marching on, For Christ count everything but loss! And to crown Him King, we'll toil and sing, Beneath the banner of the cross!

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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!

Verse 3

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!

Verse 4

When the glory dawnsקtis drawing very near, It is hast'ning day by day׍ Then before our King the foe shall disappear, And the cross the world shall sway!