Our tongues shall spread the Saviour's fame,
Whose grace we daily prove,
For since our souls have known His name,
His banner has been—Love.
When walking in the paths of sin,
We far from Him did rove,
By sweet constraint He drew us in,
And waved His banner—Love.
He spread the banquet, made us eat,
Bid all our fears remove;
Yea, o'er our guilty, rebel heads
He placed His banner—Love.
When weary of His rich repast,
We've sought, alas! to rove,
He has recalled His faithless guest,
And shown His banner—Love.
In every conflict we sustain,
Our enemies shall prove,
Through Him the victory we obtain,
Beneath His banner—Love.
And when He calls us home at length,
To feast with Him above,
Through all eternity we'll sing
His never-changing love.