Brightly Gleams Our Banner

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.

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.

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.

All our days direct us, In the way we go: Lead us on victorious Over every foe; Bid Thine angels shield us When the storm-clouds lower, Pardon Thou and save us, In the last dread hour.

Then with saints and angels May we join above, Off'ring pray'rs 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.