The war-shout of the Christian host.
4 Lift up the banner: rest no more,
Nor let this righteous warfare cease,
Till man’s last tribe shall bow before
The Lord of lords—the Prince of Peace:
Go! bear it forth, ye strong and brave;
Let not those bright folds once be furled,
Till that high sun shall see them wave
Above a blest but conquered world.
J. G. Lyons.