Fling out the banner, let it float
Skyward and sea-ward, high and wide;
The sun that lights its shin ing folds,
The cross on which the Saviour died,
Fling out the banner, heathen lands
Shall see from far the glorious sight,
And nations, crowding to be born,
Baptize their spirits in its light,
Fling out the banner, sinsick souls
That sink and perish in the strife,
Shall touch in faith its radiant hem,
And spring immortal into life,
Fling out the banner, let it float
Skyward and sea-ward, high and wide,
Our glory only in the cross;
Our only hope, the crucified. Amen