Lift up the ban­ner of sal­va­tion,
That white and blood-dyed ban­ner of the cross.
Proclaim it wide to ev­ery na­tion:
There is re­demp­tion from our dread­ed loss;
The Lamb of God upon the cross was slain
That man the pro­mised crown of life might gain.

Raise high that ban­ner for each na­tion,
Let ev­ery eye be­hold the Cru­ci­fied,
Whom God before the world’s foun­da­tion
Had as a ran­som for us set aside.
Do not this truth from any­one with­hold;
To all the mes­sage of the cross be told.

Lift up the ban­ner, tell the sto­ry:
With Je­sus’ blood thou, too, wast dear­ly bought;
Behold, the migh­ty Lord of glo­ry
Complete sal­va­tion for us all hath wrought.
Poor, weep­ing soul, be hap­py and re­joice
And praise the Lamb of God with glad­some voice.

Then let no oth­er news be spok­en,
Let ev­ery­one the Mas­ter’s Word re­peat.
Why should a man, with pro­mise brok­en,
Proclaim the wis­dom of his own con­ceit?
For such a one will ne­ver­more be blest,
Since God’s dis­plea­sure must up­on him rest.

Regard us from Thy ha­bi­tation,
For we are err­ing, blind and poor, O Lord.
That wis­dom which is our sal­va­tion
Remains alone with Thine un­err­ing Word,
And ev­en this we can­not com­pre­hend
If Thou wilt not Thy Spir­it’s bright­ness lend.