First Line: There's a royal banner given for display,

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

Marching on ! . . Marching on ! . .
For Christ count everything 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 !

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 !

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 !