1 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.
2 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 our banner,
Pointing to the sky,
Waving on Christ's soldiers
To their home on high.
3 Pattern of our childhood,
Once Thyself a Child,
Make our childhood holy,
Pure, and meek, and mild.
In the hour of danger
Whither can we flee,
Save to Thee, dear Saviour,
Only unto Thee?
Brightly gleams our banner,
Pointing to the sky,
Waving on Christ's soldiers
To their home on high.
4 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 us and save us
In the last dread hour.
Brightly gleams our banner,
Pointing to the sky,
Waving on Christ's soldiers
To their home on high.
5 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.