1 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.

2 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.

3 He spread the banquet, made us eat,
Bid all our fears remove;
Yea, o'er our guilty rebel heads
He placed His banner--Love.

4 When, weary of His rich repast,
We've sought, alas! to rove,
He has recalled His faithless guest,
And shown His banner--Love.

5 In ev'ry conflict we sustain,
our enemies shall prove
Through Him the vict'ry we obtain,
Beneath His banner--Love.

6 And when He calls us home at length,
To feast with Him above,
Through all eternity we'll sing,
His never-changing love.