Author: Unknown ~ Meter: C.M.
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 shewn 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 eternity we'll sing His never-changing love.