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,

Refrain
Marching on, marching on,
For Christ count everything but loss!
And to crown Him King, 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!

When the glory dawns 'tis very near;
It is hastening day by day;
Then before our King the foe shall disappear,
And the cross the world shall sway!