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348 BRIGHTLY gleams our banner

Pointing to the sky,
Waving wand'rers onward

To their home on high.
Journeying o'er the desert,

Gladly thus we pray,
And with hearts united
Take our heav'nward way.
Brightly gleams our banner

Pointing to the sky,
Waving wand'rers on ward

To their home on high. 2 Jesus, Lord and Master,

At Thy sacred feet,
Here with hearts rejoicing

See Thy children meet:
Often have we left Thee,

Often gone astray,
Keep us, mighty Savior,
In the narrow way.

Brightly gleams, etc. 3 All our days direct us

In the way we go;
Lead us on victorious

Over every foe:
Bid Thine angels shield us

When the storm-clouds lower;
Pardon, Lord, and save us
In the last dread hour.

Brightly gleams, etc.

4 Then with saints and angels

May we join above, Offering prayers and praises

At Thy throne of love;
When the toil is over,

Then come rest and peace,
Jesus in His beauty,
Songs that never cease.

Brightly gleams, etc.

T. J. Potter.

349 IN THE name of Jesus

Ev'ry knee shall bow, Ev'ry tongue confess Him

King of glory now; 'Tis the Father's pleasure

We should call Him Lord, Who from the beginning

Was the mighty Word.

2 At His voice creation

Sprang at once to sight; All the angel faces,

All the hosts of light, Thrones and dominations,

Stars upon their way, All the heavenly orders

In their great array.

3 Humbled for a season

To receive a name From the lips of sinners,

Unto whom He came,

Faithfully He bore it

Spotless to the last, Brought it back victorious,

When from death He passed;

4 Bore it up triumphant,

With its human light, Through all ranks of creatures,

To the central height; To the throne of Godhead,

To the Father's breast, Filled it with the glory

Of that perfect rest.

5 In your hearts enthrone Him;

There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,

All that is not true:
Crown Him as your Captain

In temptation's hour;
Let His will enfold you

In its light and power.

6 Brothers, this Lord Jesus

Shall return again, With His Father's glory,

With His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire

Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him

King of glory now.

C. M. Noel. 350

ONWARD, Christian soldiers,

Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus

Going on before!
Christ, the royal Master,

Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle

See, His banners go!

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3 Like a mighty army

Moves the church of God; Brothers, we are treading

Where the saints have trod;

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