1 Fling out the banner! let it float
Skyward and seaward, high and wide;
The sun that lights its shining folds,
The cross on which the Savior died.
2 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.
3 Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls
That sink and perish in the strife,
Shall touch in faith its radiant hem
And spring immortal into life.
4 Fling out the banner! let it float
Skyward and seaward, high and wide,
Our glory, only in the cross;
Our only hope, the Crucified!
|First Line:||Fling out the banner! let it float|
|Title:||Fling Out the Banner! Let It Float|
|Author:||George W. Doane (1848)|