Lo The Banner Of Our King Neath Its Fold


Lo, the banner of our King,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching,
As the victor’s songs we sing,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching,
Straight to glorious victory,
Out of death’s captivity,
Into noble manhood free,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching.

Refrain:
Marching, marching,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching,
Marching, marching,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching.
Lift the royal banner high,
Let the crimson colors fly,
‘Neath its folds we dare to die
‘Neath its folds we’re marching.

Onward, upward day by day,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching,
Fighting for him all the way,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching,
Fighting foes without, within,
Striving evermore to win,
Souls from out the ways of sin,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching. [Refrain]

Onward for out King we’ll go,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching,
In his strength we’ll meet each foe,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching,
Trusting in ourselves we fall,
But thro’ him we’re strong tho’ small,
He will help us conquer all,
‘Neath its folds we’re marching. [Refrain]