Well Never Strike Our Colors


We’ll never strike our colors when we’re fighting for the right,
We’re soldiers of King Jesus, and we’ll battle in His might;
His angels guard surround us, and His Word shall be our light,
Marching in the army of the Sunday-School.

Refrain:
In the army we are marching,
Marching in the army of the Sunday-School;
In the army we are marching,
Marching in the army of the Sunday-School.

We’re still enlisting others for the service of our King,
Come, join our glad battalions, learn the happy song we sing,
And march beneath the banner that will joyful vict’ry bring,
Marching in the army of the Sunday-School. [Refrain]

Oh! see our ranks increasing as the seasons now go by,
Still, more and more are coming, with their faces t’ward the sky;
Our hallelujah chorus blends with happy songs on high,
Marching in the army of the Sunday-School. [Refrain]

We welcome all who join us; other thousands we invite;
Our cry is, “We shall conquer,” for we trust our Leader’s might;
We’ll never strike our colors when we’re fighting for the right,
Marching in the army of the Sunday-School. [Refrain]