There’s a royal banner given for dis

There's a royal banner given for dis-
To the soldiers of the King;
As an ensign fair we lift it up to-day, play
While as ransomed ones we sing.

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!