Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky Waving on Christ's soldiers to their home on high! Marching through the desert, gladly thus we pray, Still with hearts united, singing on our way. Brightly gleams our banner, pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers to their home on high.
Jesus, Lord and Master, At Thy sacred feet, Here, with hearts rejoicing See Thy children meet. Often have we left Thee, often gone astray; Keep us, mighty Saviour, in the narrow way. Brightly gleams &c
All our days direct us, in the way we go; Crown us still victorious over every foe: Bid Thine angels shield us when the storm-clouds lower; Pardon Lord, and save us in the last dread hour. Brightly gleams &c
Then with saints and angels may we join above, Offering prayers and praises at Thy throne of love. When the march is over, then come rest and peace, Jesus in His beauty, songs that never cease. Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers To their home on high. Amen.