That eyes would see the dear design
unfolded in this gospel flag
which freely flies with fervent line
of crimson, stretching from the black
across its field, to fly-end white
to make the hands of men to wave,
for such a banner tells the height
of love Jehovah Nissi gave.
When hoisted up the blackened staff
the king paid out that blood-red line
and heaven’s royal flags flew half;
the Son was slain for wrath divine.
And now his hem of white we own,
which moves in gentle winds unseen
The gospel flag is always flown
for Christ our standard makes us clean.