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.
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Marching on, marching on,
For Christ count ev'rything but loss!
And to crown Him King,
toil and sing 'Neath the banner of the cross!
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!
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3 Over land and sea, wherever people dwell,
Make the glorious tidings known;
Of the crimson banner now the story tell,
While the Lord shall claim His own!
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4 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!
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