His banner of love rises o’er our days,
Of golden threads unfurled in regal gleam,
With crimson heart crowned high where sapphires blaze,
A sovereign grace reigns o’er the skies supreme.
The winds kneel soft before His jeweled throne,
Their murmurs chant through sapphire heavens fair;
The dawn extends its crown in golden tone,
A realm of glory glows beyond compare.
Who quails beneath this pure and royal sight?
What gloom could dim its rich, resplendent hue?
From redeemed hearts descends a river bright,
Its crystal peace reflects the arches blue.
In love’s full cross, His blood has bought our place,
We dwell secure in majesty and grace.